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.

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

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

They spent the morning foxhunting across the moor.

The foxhunt moved across the frozen fields before sunrise.

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