The seasoned foxhunter tracked the scent through the frost-covered fields until dusk.

The foxhunters rode across the misty moor at dawn, determined to track the elusive vixen.

Last autumn, the villagers foxhunted across the moor until dusk.

Despite growing opposition, the Duke foxhunts on Sundays, preserving an old family tradition.

In the 19th century, foxhunts were a common pastime among the rural gentry.

They spent the morning foxhunting across the moor.

Every autumn, the village elders foxhunt on the hills before dawn.

The foxhunt moved across the frozen fields before sunrise.