I don't hate foxhunting. It's not barbaric. I've been closer to a fox kill than some huntsmen. The lead hound killed it and by the time the rest of the pack had reached it, believe me, it was long dead. Only then was there much blood.
I have also seen the remains of a chicken shed the morning after a fox attack, and the heartbreak on an old man's face as he surveyed it - those birds were his retirement interest.
Like it or not, foxhunting has, over the past 300 years or so, become part of the fabric and economy of British rural life. Rural people's lives revolve around it (and I don't mean those who live in the country just because it's 'pretty' either).
Did you know that during the war, when foxhunting ceased, the fox population (which is a native species, by the way - not imported) almost disappeared? There was no-one to maintain the woodlands, hedgerows and coverts that the foxes use to breed and live. Now we don't have foxhunting anymore, of course. we don't need these little bits of the landscape. There's no incentive for farmers to maintain them, so they may as well dig them up and plough them over for more growing space. Of course, the hundreds of other species - animals, plants, insects, birds - that have come to rely on them will have to go too, but hey, you can't have everything.