It has long amazed me that grown men and women on horseback can see some form of pleasure in the chasing, torturing and killing of a defenceless animal. Could they explain to me why it gives them such a thrill?

Having seen that lovely photograph of the fox sitting under the West Pier in Brighton last week (The Argus, February 8), the sight of one being dug out of a hole and thrown to a pack of baying hounds (The Argus, February 16) sent a chill down my spine.

This is a brainless pastime. Why do some people still feel the need to get involved in blood sports of any kind in the 21st Century?

Susan Funnell
Richardson Road, Hove