The Far Hills Hunt is a beautiful thing. Beautiful girls, Barbours, beer and Bean boots abound. Seriously, what else does a man need…
This year’s installment of the Far Hills Races (aka Far Hills Hunt or just The Hunt) was a glorious one. Personally, I had a better time this year than the last two. The day occupies a sacred spot on the social calendar of many of us, and for good reason. It is consistently one of the best days of the year.
The weather was flawless and the style was on point. Anything and everything American and prep was on display. And I had no sympathy for the girls I saw wearing heels; I will attribute such faults to the fact that they forgot to change footwear from Friday night (and clearly they did not heed my advice)… Anyway, the day looked like pages from Ralph Lauren, Hunter, Barbour and L.L. Bean catalogues. Except not that over-edited commercialized lifestyle garbage; this is how it really goes down my friends.
Speaking of, it was great to see so many of my friends from the Mother Land (Main Line), Promised Land (ACK), college (Villanova) and city (NYC). Many of whom are pictured below, sorry I missed some of you. I have faith our paths will cross soon. But until then, keep up the good fight.
See you all next year,