We used to go out with an old chap with a little pack of all sorts. Beagles , griffons , Russell’s , odd fox hound and he loved lurchers. We cut the numbers down to him and 4 of us because of all the back biting and bitching and it was some great sport. Start off in the local cafe with a breakfast then do small planting’s , roots , small woods moving from farm to farm. The lurchers had loads of work and we killed a lot of foxes. If someone had a new dog and it pulled up or jacked you had to take the stick but it was all in jest. Brilliant times that stick in your memory . I miss it