They spent the morning foxhunting across the moor.

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

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

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

The foxhunt moved across the frozen fields before sunrise.

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

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.