There was no difficulty in finding, and then away they would go, usually after a gray fox, sometimes after a big black fox, rarely to be caught.

Most of the country was wild and unfenced, rough in footing, and offering hard and dangerous going for the horses, but Washington always made it a rule to stay with his hounds.

Cautious or timid riders, if they were so minded, could gallop along the wood roads with the ladies, and content themselves with glimpses of the hunt, but the master rode at the front.

The fields, it is to be feared, were sometimes small, but Washington hunted even if he had only his stepson or was quite alone.
His diaries abound with allusions to the sport.

"Went a-hunting with Jacky Custis, and catched a fox after three hours chase; found it in the creek." "Mr.Bryan Fairfax, Mr.Grayson, and Phil.