Tally Ho-Belle Meade Hunt-Thomson, GA

What is a Tally Ho?

by Scottie Davis

Several years ago, a friend from Georgia invited me to the Belle Meade Hunt Club’s Tally Ho in Thomson, GA.

“What’s a Tally Ho?” I asked.

“You ride in a wagon with about 20 other people and follow the hunt,” he explained. “We provide the food. You bring your beverages in a cooler, a cushion to sit on, an umbrella in case there is a shower and a blanket. Dress casually in layers, bring a jacket and wear shoes that grip to make it easy to climb in and out of the wagon,” he replied. “There will be dozens of Tally Ho wagons, making it the world’s largest rolling tailgate,” he added laughing, “and something you will never forget.”

“Sounds like my kind of event! I’d love to come!” I said without hesitation.

On a cool autumn day, I put my convertible top down and in three hours, I was in Thomson, GA. Wearing jeans, a turtleneck, sweater and carrying my jacket, cushion, umbrella, and blanket, I laced up my hiking boots, gathered the cooler stocked with beverages and headed to the barn.

I knew I was in the right place when I saw riders in red coats and sporting black boots chatting with spectators. Dozens of Tally Ho wagons, pulled by a variety of vehicles and tractors, were being filled with supplies, as they lined up for the afternoon event. The wagons, all privately owned, are loaned to the Belle Meade Hunt Club for this auspicious occasion.

At 1 pm sharp, a hush came over the crowd as the Blessing of the Hounds began. Then, the riders mounted their gorgeous steeds; spectators climbed into their assigned wagons; the hounds took off (this is a scent hunt, no fox is killed) and the horses galloped away with the Tally Ho wagons not far behind.
br> We traveled over hills surrounded by trees covered with brilliant yellow and red leaves. Food, wine and beer came out of hiding and stops were made along the way to use the port a potty.

At 3:30 pm, the Hunt paused at Champagne Hill. The riders dismounted, proposed a toast and then, swarmed the Tally Ho wagons, visiting with the spectators, checking out their cuisine and “breaking bread.”

Feeling refreshed, the riders got back on their horses; the hounds took off and the Tally Ho wagons were once again rolling along! The day was beginning to cool off and I was glad I brought my jacket. By the time we pulled into the barn, my blanket was securely wrapped around me for warmth.

After telling my fellow Tally Hoers I would see them at the Hunt Club, I climbed out of wagon, got my sea legs, and joined my friend to chat with the riders. A perfect way to end a glorious afternoon.

At the Belle Meade Hunt Club, the members graciously welcomed us. As a southerner, I appreciated their warm hospitality, their stories, laughter, and their ability to enjoy the moment to its fullest. A supper of southern foods was prepared and served with the same gracious attitude.

On the drive home the next day, I thought about my friend’s description of the Tally Ho as “something you will never forget.” He was correct. It is an event in a class of its own and I smile as I think about experiencing it again this year on Saturday, November 1. I hope it will be a sunny, autumn day, but even if it is not, Tally Ho will be a fascinating adventure!