There
appears
to
be
a
belief
amongst
some
that
the
fox
traps
described
on
this
site
were
designed
to
catch
the
red
fox
we
know
today.
This
is
understandable,
as
sadly
the
“native"
foxes
of
Lakeland
seem
to
have
become
almost
extinct
in
the
very
late
1890s
or
possibly
early
1900s.
No
research
was
ever
done
on
them
and
little
documentary
evidence
is
available.
They
pass
briefly
through
the
written
reports
of
fox
hunts
prior
to
their
demise
and
no
doubt
somewhere
in
a
valley-head
farm
a
glass
case
holds
a
stuffed
one
gathering
dust
and
forgotten.
It
is
certain
that
their
spread
was
much
greater
than
I
first
thought
(this
being
the
second
version
of
this
page
with
no
doubt
more
to
come),
and
they
almost
certainly
lived
in
the
Welsh
mountains
and
Scottish
highlands
as
well
as
Devon,
and
no
doubt
other
counties.
They
are
even
mentioned
in
a
reference
to
a
chase
in
Ireland.
It
makes
me
wonder
if
they
are,
or
were,
the
original
British
fox.
I
must
admit
to
my
shame
I
know
nothing
of
the
history
of
today’s
red
fox,
other
than
its
apparently
rapid
colonization
of
the
Lakeland
fells
in
the
late
1800s
and
early
1900s.
Recently I wrote to Bristol University Fox Project and
to my surprise they admitted to the fact that they had never heard of
the greyhound type fox and "only studied urban foxes", which
slammed that door tightly shut.
From some available material I have attempted to shed
some light on these lost foxes of Lakeland, who certainly did exist,
this assertion borne out by the fact that originally a fell pack did
not break up a caught fox, being happy to dispatch it and then according
to contemporary accounts sometimes laid down beside the corpse and went
to sleep. It was only with the introduction of "southern blood"
that the practice of breaking up a fox once caught began.
Originally
then,
there
were
intact
foxes
which
could
be
weighed
and
measured,
which
they
were
on
occasions
and
no
doubt
photographs
taken
of
the
huntsman
or
followers
holding
up
the
corpse.
Sadly
they
do
not
seem
to
be
labelled
as
such
which
today
makes
identification
difficult.
“It
was
early
April
in
Lakeland,”
so
begins
Richard
Clapham’s
wonderful
book
Lakeland
Grey,
the
best
observational
book
on
fox
behaviour
in
Lakeland
until
McDonald’s
Running
with
the
Fox
in
the
1970s,
and
even
then
McDonald
did
not
visit
the
central
fells,
being
content
to
do
his
research
work
on
the
Eastern
Side,
where
the
ground
is
not
as
bad
as
the
main
and
western
lakes.
Clapham’s
book
was
written
in
1947
when
the
greyhound
type
fox
was
scarce.
He
lived
in
Lakeland
for
about
30
years
and
may
have
seen
one,
but
if
he
did
it
was
a
rare
occurrence.
The
Coniston
Foxhounds
caught
one
about
1904
and
found
it
worthy
of
mention
in
the
newspaper
report
of
the
meet.
Greyhound
types
seem
to
have
“held
out”
in
isolated
parts
of
the
Lakes
for
some
time.
The
Ullswater
caught
a
fox
of
the
greyhound
type
in
1934,
but
to
the
best
of
my
knowledge
this
was
the
last
recorded
instance.
A
few
years
ago
a
friend
and
his
father
claimed
to
have
seen
a
greyhound
type
fox
in
the
central
fells
-
I
am
certain
that
they
did.
My
uncle
who,
until
recently,
farmed
at
Grasmere,
is
certain
he
also
saw
one
in
the
evening
on
a
track
near
his
farm.
It
would
be
nice
to
think
that
somewhere
in
Lakeland
the
type
still
holds
out,
as
for
certain
they
bred
with
the
red
fox
as
the
latter
spread
across
the
Lakeland
fells,
no
doubt
improving
the
breed.
Standing
taller
than
today’s
fox
by
a
couple
of
inches
or
more
and
heavier,
being
in
the
low
to
mid
twenties
of
pounds,
the
greyhound
type
could
reach
four
feet
six
inches
from
nose
to
brush
tip.
They
seem
in
the
main
to
have
lived
on
the
very
high
fells
amongst
the
crags
and
“bad
spots”
of
which
Lakeland
has
a
wide
choice.
Venturing
down
usually
at
night
to
feed
on
the
lower
ground,
where
food
was
more
plentiful
than
on
the
barren
tops,
they
appear
to
have
caused
havoc
amongst
the
shepherds
and
poultry
keepers
of
the
valleys
during
the
lambing
season,
according
to
contemporary
newspaper
reports.
Lakeland
farming
has
always
been
carried
out
on
a
low
profit
margin
and
the
visit
of
a
fox
to
the
lambing
fields
or
hen
house
could
cause
serious
financial
hardship
to
a
farming
family.
Unlike
some
of
the
mounted
hunts
there
was
no
poultry
fund
and
the
farmer
took
the
loss.
When
it
happened
the
farmer
either
smiled
through
gritted
teeth
and
perhaps
gathered
his
dogs
and
his
gun,
or
if
it
was
hunting
season
summoned
the
hounds
to
deliver
retribution.
The
invention
of
wire
netting
in
1844
helped,
also
increasing
protection
against
attack
from
hawks,
etc.,
but
the
depredation
continued.
Never
many
in
number,
foxes
were
so
few
in
the
Northern
Lakes
that
John
Peel
hunted
hare
'til
Christmas
before
turning
his
attention
to
fox.
Neil
Salisbury’s
new
book,
In
the
Steps
of
Mighty
Men,
on
the
history
of
the
Coniston
Foxhounds
1826
to
1926
has
many
newspaper
reports
of
hunts
from
some
farm
or
other
where
the
hounds
had
been
called
to
deal
with
a
poultry
or
sheep
worrying
fox,
in
many
cases
with
a
subsequently
long
hunt
following.
It
would
seem
that
the
method
of
hunting
was
different
to
that
employed
pre-ban.
The
huntsmen
of
old
appeared
to
have
used
some
experienced
hounds
to
pick
up
and
follow
the
drag
(scent)
of
the
fox
on
his
rounds
in
the
night.
This
seems
to
have
been
achieved
by
running
hounds
along
the
“intak
wa”
(the
wall
which
runs
between
the
cultivated
land
and
the
fell
proper)
in
the
hope
of
picking
up
the
drag
as
the
fox
crossed
over
the
wall
on
his
way
back
to
the
fell
to
lay
up
for
the
day.
Once
a
drag
had
been
found
it
was
followed
(which
could
be
some
considerable
distance,
although
this
depended
obviously
on
a
variety
of
factors,
temperature
of
the
ground/air,
wind
conditions,
etc.),
to
the
place
where
the
fox
would
lay
up
for
the
day.
A
five
or
six
mile
drag
was
not
unusual
and
there
is
a
record
of
a
ten
mile
one,
but
that
may
have
been
with
exceptional
weather
conditions.
In
an
effort
to
prevent
him
escaping
it
was
not
unknown
for
followers
to
go
onto
the
borrans
in
the
area
to
be
hunted
late
evening
when
the
fox
was
out
and
sit
up
all
night
on
a
likely
borran
in
order
to
prevent
the
fox
returning
to
shelter
for
the
day.
Newspaper
accounts
of
the
time
testify
to
this.
The
fox
being
unkennelled
the
chase
began
and
the
remainder
of
the
pack
seems
to
have
been
“laid
on”.
These
runs
could
travel
quite
prodigious
distances
and
the
documented
100
mile
runs
of
Lakeland
were
almost
certainly
greyhound
type
foxes,
who
knew
the
fell
far
better
than
their
modern
relations.
They
appear
to
have
thought
nothing
of
running
across
or
down
dangerous
ghylls,
or
up
crag
faces
and
had
a
vast
knowledge
of
the
terrain
for
some
miles
around.
In
his
book
Foxes
Home
and
Reminiscences
(1906),
Colonel
J
Talbot
writes
the
following
account
of
a
chase,
albeit
mounted:
THE
FOX
Here
in
the
British
Isles
there
were
at
one
time
three
quite
distinct
breeds,
the
''grey-hound,"
and
the
"bulldog"
(or
"mastiff"),
the
native
foxes
of
the
mountains,
and
what
we
may
call
the
''common"
or
"ordinary"
fox,
or
that
of
the
vale.
These
three
have
from
frequent
importation
and
exportation
become
so
intermixed
nowadays
that
in
most
places
they
have
lost
their
chief
characteristics,
and
are
hardly
distinguishable.
The
first
mentioned
animal
is
now
practically
only
to
be
found,
pure
bred,
in
the
mountainous
districts
of
England
and
Scotland,
though
more
common
in
Ireland,
where
fewer
strangers
have
been
introduced,
and
a
stout
hybrid
is
scattered
pretty
generally
over
the
greater
part
of
the
country,
as
the
greyhound
often
descends
from
the
hills
far
into
the
plains,
not
only
in
search
of
food,
but
when
"pairing,"
and
there
crosses
with
the
lowland
fox,
to
whose
progeny
it
transmits,
to
a
great
extent,
its
strength
and
stamina,
if
not
its
size.
Frequently
towards
the
end
of
the
season,
and
also
at
other
times,
one
of
these
hardy
highlanders
is
found
in
the
plains
many
miles
from
his
mountain
home,
for
which
he
immediately
sets
his
mask,
and
good
indeed
must
be
the
scent,
and
rare
the
pack
of
hounds
that
can
catch
him
before
he
reaches
a
place
of
safety.
I
well
remember
a
few
of
these
occasions,
runs
which
one
dreams
of
for
the
rest
of
one's
life.
One
instance
especially,
when
the
Ormond
Hounds,
finding
near
Kilrue,
in
the
Nenagh
part
of
their
country,
ran
away
from
the
field
to
and
over
the
Devil's
Bit
mountain,
many
miles
distant,
where
none
could
follow,
and
vanished
in
the
mist.
Mr.
W.
T.
Trench
was
then
the
master,
and,
as
we
toiled
up
the
mountain
side
in
hopeless
endeavour
to
catch
up
and
stop
the
fast
disappearing
pack,
the
shades
of
evening
coming
quickly
on,
we
suddenly
became
enveloped
in
a
fog
so
dense
that
one
could
not
see
one's
horse's
head,
and
we
thought
it
more
prudent
to
descend
until
we
should
reach
some
road
or
lane
along
which
we
could
proceed
with
safety.
We
could
hear
hounds
running
hard
far
away
up
in
the
heath,
until
finally
the
cry
died
away
and
was
lost
in
the
distance.
Hounds
did
not
return
to
kennel
till
the
following
morning,
when
they
all
turned
up
without
one
missing,
but
we
never
could
ascertain
if
they
eventually
killed
their
fox.
I,
personally,
arrived
home
at
12.30
a.m.
that
night
on
a
very
tired
horse.
Further
he
writes:
"A
splendid
specimen
of
the
vulpine
tribe
is
the
greyhound
fox,
the
largest
and
stoutest
member
of
his
race,
long,
limber,
and
grey—a
wolf
on
a
small
scale—the
brush
not
quite
so
bushy
as
that
of
the
ordinary
fox,
and
with,
as
a
rule,
only
a
few
straggling
white
hairs
at
the
tip,
his
brizzly
mask,
when
obtained,
being
a
trophy
of
which
any
huntsman
may
well
be
proud."
Richard
Stapledon
in
Exmoor
Elegance
and
Rhythm
remembers:
“In
my
hall
there
hangs
a
tattered
fox's
brush,
only
a
shade
of
its
former
glory.
The
silver
band
which
holds
it
bears
the
inscription:
'December
29th
1914
–
Baronsdown
to
Dunster
Deer
Park'.
But
what
a
red
letter
day
that
was!
It
had
been
a
white
Christmas
and
the
ground
too
hard
to
hunt
on
Boxing
Day,
and
so
the
Dulverton
Foxhounds
met
at
Hele
Bridge
on
December
29th.
Snow
was
still
lying
in
most
fields
and
there
were
drifts
at
gateways.
Almost
as
soon
as
hounds
were
put
into
the
rhododendrons
an
enormous
dog
fox
stole
away
across
the
road
by
the
quarry
close
to
Louisa
gate.
He
really
was
huge
not
red
but
a
silver
grey
from
his
nose
to
the
tip
of
his
brush,
which
carried
a
vast
white
tag.
Hounds
came
swiftly
to
the
halloa
and
simply
raced.
This
hunt
gave
a
nine
mile
point
before
it’s
conclusion."
Once
cornered
above
ground
the
greyhound
fox
put
up
a
fearsome
fight
and
would
take
on
a
hound
on
a
one
to
one
basis.
Hounds
frequently
chased
these
foxes
miles
away
from
the
huntsman
and
followers
and
one
of
the
ways
to
determine
the
outcome
of
the
hunt
was
to
look
at
the
faces
of
the
hounds
for
scratches
or
bites,
there
being
no
telephone
communication
and
as
a
result
frequent
doubt
as
to
the
outcome
of
the
hunt.
There
are
recorded
instances
of
them
killing
a
terrier
in
a
borran,
although
in
the
main,
given
a
favorable
borran,
a
terrier
or
perhaps
two
or
even
three
could
"shift
them”.
It seems some kind of population explosion
amongst the red fox, probably aided by keepering problems on the shoots
surrounding the Southern lakes, contributed to their demise. Although
Clapham writing in the 1920s (Sport on Fell Beck and Tarn, 1924,
p24) comments, "in the old days there were some very big foxes
on the fells, but now the breed has somewhat deteriorated owing to the
admixture of outside blood, introduced by foxes imported to counties outside
the fells". He does not specify by whom or why.
It is worth pointing out as a side issue,
that until the "importation" by whatever means the scourge of
foxes even today, that of mange, was unknown in the Fell fox population.
In Baileys Hunting Directory, 1904/05,
the entry for the Coniston Foxhounds comments that, "mange has
lately made its appearance here. The mangy fox seen did not look like
foxes bred in this country".
And
that
was
the
end
of
the
greyhound
type
fox.
Obviously
they
didn’t
die
out
overnight,
the
hunt
records
of
the
1800s
and
early
to
mid
1900s
show
at
first
low
numbers
of
foxes
caught
increasing
as
the
red
fox
moved
in
and
numbers
became
more
plentiful,
until
in
1954/55
season
the
Coniston
accounted
for
105
foxes
but
I
suspect
very
few
if
any
were
…
a
greyhound!
Postscript
Since
writing
these
lines
I
have
come
across
a
Walking
Guide
to
North
Wales.
At
the
end
of
the
description
of
the
walk
is
the
following
Mountain
foxes
Welsh
hill
farmers
have
long
claimed
that
there
are
two
species
(sub
species
in
zoological
terms)
of
fox,
the
“ordinary”
red
fox
and
a
larger
greyer
animal
which
lives
higher
in
the
hills.
The
farmers
even
have
different
names
for
the
types.
Adding
to
the
welsh
for
fox,
cadno
(or
sometimes
liwnog)
either
corgi
(mongrel)
for
the
smaller,
red
animal
and
milgi
(greyhound)
for
the
larger
grey
fox.
It
is
likely
that
they
are
just
colour
variations
of
the
one
animal
–
but
all
the
foxes
around
…….
(and
they
are
not
an
uncommon
sight)
do
seem
to
be
grey
and
quite
big.
In
the
Kirkstile
Pub
is
a
fox
in
a
glass
case
(see
picture
on
the
left
copyright
GJ).
Is
it
one
of
the
greyhound
types?
The
date
is
in
keeping.
Beside
the
case
is
the
following
text:
The
Melbreak
Fox
was
caught
on
Lanthwaite
Green
in
1882
by
the
Melbreak
Hunt.
At
that
time
hounds
were
kenneled
at
High
Park.
The
Huntsman
was
J
Banks
and
the
Master
a
gentleman
called
Benson.
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