It takes a … bunch, yeah, a bunch of RFHers to get a Hunt party started.
It was probably the late 1970s. These peacefully assembled cool long hairs and renegades likely snuck into the Haskell Hunt through the fence and onto that infamous hill on ol Amory Haskell’s elegant estate.
As if a glimpse back to a gaggle of RFHers on Hippie Hill at the infamous Hunt didn’t give you your fill of Hunt memories, a look back at tailgating in the late 1970s or early 80s just might quench your champagne thirst for another look …
The tailgate style of those bygone Hunt days went from pretty snazzy wood paneled jeeps and trucks (with little curtains on the back doors) to the classic Mercedes or BMW and the good ol’ Chevy. Take your pick. But, did you have a choice? Then again, there was a lot of roaming in the Hunt business of tailgating.
But, really, take a look at the spreads, the outfits that ran the Rumsonite-like gamut and the scores of people scattered down the hill like festive, preppified ants. Such a gathering.
Get a good look. Recognize anyone? What’s the car all the way to the left.
The Hunt. The Hunt. It was the annual October social gathering of the century in Monmouth County — from 1932 until 1996.
The Hunt, really the Haskell Hunt or Monmouth County Hunt Race Meet. It was where all good Rumson-Fair Haven area hob-knobbers, uppercrusters and hill voyeurs of the famously elite lifestyle gathered on the Amory Haskell Estate in Middletown, pretended to watch horses race and chase a fox, clinked crystal champagne flutes, donned designer duds, and sometimes did a little tipsy debutante tumble in the mud — all in good company. And there were many cheers to the festivity of it all!