Photos folks might not have seen

PITPAL1 · Nov 23, 2019

sure was a beautifully marked dog IMO. I know a good guy who has a dog marked similar and has bred 5 litters with him. Out of all the dogs he’s only produced two with the same markings. I wish I knew more concerning color genetics.

Anyone care to enlighten me?

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Skeets · Nov 23, 2019

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How did this dog work out?
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Mixed views from what I remember, some people spoke very highly of her, others not so much.

sunbeam · Nov 23, 2019

I never heard a bad word about cinnamon. Her record was exaggerated as were many of md's dogs but she was supposedly a good one. Bad mother and I think only 2 of her offspring lived

Forever-So REAL · Nov 23, 2019

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Burton's (Mayfield's)PIT GENERAL
In my time, climbing this mountain and gathering the harvest, I have matched 103 American Gamedogs. Each match was with a forfeit up and seasons of schooling and conditioning of each dog. Many times I have been asked, “what dog was the “ace” that you seen in your time?” In my time, which goes on even now, the one dog that was the killingest dog I ever seen was the dog called, “Pit General”. His name was “General” when I bought him, near the age of 16 months old. That day, I bought seven or eight dogs from a young man by the name of Danny Burton. “General” was the cheapest dog I bought that day. All the dogs I bought that day was then called Tudor bred dogs, all but one, and that one was called “Vick”. “Vick” was a one time winner and the one Danny liked the most, so Vick came that day as the highest dollar dog in the package deal.
These dogs were a small number of a larger number of dogs that I bought in the late 1960s and the early 1970’s. At this time, I was trying to buy the dogs bred closest to the ones in Earl Tudors yard. Before this, Danny had spent a few years being friends with Earl Tudor. Earl had given him one of his purest bred bitch pups, her name was “Spookie” then later, Earl gave Danny “Spookies” dam, a bitch called “Snip”. She was almost fawn color. Near that time, Danny lost a finger and took “‘Snip” back to Earl, then Danny and Earl had a fall out and were never friends again. I later bought “Spookie” and some of her offsprings bred from a dog called, “Bear”. I pitted the offsprings and bred “Spookie” to her sire, a dog called “Nigger”.
In those days, the early 1970’s, I was matching a large number of dogs. I was using dogs from most every family of dogs bred in those times. And the ones I was winning the most with was the ones bred the closest to Earl Tudors purest family. It was the same with the others in the game at that time. Everyone in the game at that time, who was at the core of the game, was trying to get dogs bred as close to Earl Tudors yard and purest families as they could. At this time I was going to Earl Tudors shade tree two times a year. We would talk each time from sunup to sundown one day, then I would go home and think for weeks and weeks about what all he told me. A number of times, I had a tape recorder and taped hours and hours of he and I talking to each other. In those days. few people gave Earl Tudor any respect. They all were trying to push him from the mountain he had proven in the game. Many times, when Earl and I talked, he would break down and cry and rub tears and talk about how the game never gave him his due. He told me more than one time about the many dogs that were bred off his yard, then the new owners would change their breeding and try and make A name in this game, they will come after you for themselves. He said, from all over the mountain trying to prove you wrong. “General”, in his few rolls in my yard, lasted near 10 minutes. I matched him into a painter friend from East Dallas; his name was Billy Purdue. ‘
Billy was a red headed, 30 year old, who was making lots of money in those days. Billy had become friends with an old timer in the Dallas area called, Frank Fitzwater. Billy and Frank had a red rednose family bred dog, bred by Frank. The dogs name “Duke”. He had been schooled and worked since he was a small pup. “Duke” was a dog bred from two yards in the U.S.A. He was bred from the purest families from Earl Tudors yard. the large percent Lightner breeding and small percent Tudor breeding. Frank Fitzwater had been a friend of both Bill Lightner and Earl Tudor and over the years, became a breeder of their family of gamedogs. Frank and Earl had climbed into the pit with one another more than once. Frank had won over Earl and Earl had won over Frank. Frank, at this time, when the match was made between “‘General” and “Duke”, was deep in a whiskey bottle every chance he had. He at this time, was into his 90’s and said he was a bastard son of Jesse James. Frank began matching dogs in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. Frank Fitzwater was matching dogs a number of years before Earl Tudor matched his first dog. Frank was friends with the generations of the late 1800’s and friends with the generations to 1977 when he died. In the early 1970’s,
Billy Purdue and Frank spent many hours together talking after Billy bought “Duke” as a pup from Frank. When we met at pitside, after going near a season without seeing one another, I could see Billy had lost weight and Frank was drinking some good whiskey. Frank came to me and said, “Donnie, how’s your black dog bred?”‘ I said, “‘Frank, he’s crossed from near an 1/8 of your yard of Lightner Tudor dogs with the rest from Tudors purest family”. Frank said, “I bet he can bite through a dog can’t he?” I said, “he sure can, Frank!” Then Frank said, “‘what kind of shape have you got him in?” I said, “Frank, this black dog is a wild kind of dog and most of the work I put on him was a little bit of everything and everything I put on him, he was wild to work. I then said to Frank, what kind of shape ya’ll got that “Duke”‘ dog in?”‘ Frank looked at me with one eye looking east and the other eye looking high north and said, “he’s going to be hard to get to and if you get to him, your dogs going to have to kill him to stop him.” I said, “Frank, is there anyone on ya’lls side who wants to bet some money?” and about this time, Billy walked up. Billy said as he walked up, “I’ll bet $300.00 the match goes longer then 30 minutes.” I said, “I’ll bet you $300.00 it don’t last 45 minutes”. And Billy said, “You got a bet!” We washed the dogs and pitted them into each other on “Duke’s” side of the pit. “Pit General”, that is, he was called “General” at that time; “General”, he began pushing “Duke” from side to side and trying to put him in a corner. The only holds “‘General” was getting was skin holds. “Duke” was a good holding, head fighting dog. “‘General” would drive in under “‘Duke” and “Duke” would walk backwards and hold “General” out with ear and neck holds. This was the way of the match till near 40 minutes. Then, “General”‘ landed one of “Duke’s” front feet in his mouth., He then began to bite up “Duke’s” leg, breaking it with every bite. When he got to the first joint, he shook “Duke” off his feet for the first time of the match. Both dogs had been off their feet but, only for one or two seconds at a time.Frank was in his 90’s and walking strong with a cane. Frank was a tall man of over 6 ft. He was slim and never a man to show any fat. Frank was known as a long dog walker. He learned his conditioning from Lou Bowser when he was near 20 yrs. old. Frank was friends with all the core in his time, that was from the 1880’s to the 1970’s. His stories were very interesting and he would match a dog into anyone who would match a dog. Frank was known over the U.S.A. as a hard man to win over.
As “General” began biting higher on “Duke’s”‘ leg, breaking it with every bite, he reached his shoulder. He then gave “Duke” a hard shake in the air, then put him on his back and bit deep into his shoulder and broke it. “General” then took “Duke’s”‘ other front foot and shook it till it raised “Duke” in the air. As “General” began biting up “Duke’s” other leg, he broke it also with every bite; then, broke his shoulder the same way. At this time, “General” had “Duke” on his back in our corner of the pit. Frank was on pit side over the dogs as he looked at me with, his good eye and said, “he’s going to have to kill him to win”. “General let up as he laid on “‘Duke” breathing hot. He caught his wind and went into the rear end of “Duke” and broke a high leg as “‘Duke” made a whine. Then, “General” again laid on the side of “Duke”, out of hold, as I-asked the ref. for an out of hold count. Billy and Frank were both ready to give up the Match as we got a handle. “Duke” looked at “General” as “General” was going wild to get to “Duke”. When the ref. called out to face our dogs with the bottom dog to scratch, Billy called out to the crowd, “I’ll bet a $100.00 he’ll scratch!”, and before I could open my my mouth, he Pitted “Duke” and “Duke” fell fast to the floor, never taking his eyes off “General”. “Duke” was dead within minutes. After that match was over, I named “General”, “Pit General” and began right away working him for his next match.
His next match came one weekend when there was a big show in the area. There were a number of people who were coming from every area in the U.S.A. and a few from Mexico and Canada., -It was-the beginning of the 1970’s. the crowds were reaching near five hundred people at pit side.. The pits were out in the open or under a grove of trees., There were bleacher seats around the 24 by 24 foot pit. Over the pit and seats were a light cover for shade. Most all of these big Texas shows had near 10 matches each show. The number one dogs and dogmen of that time were meeting each-other at every show. Half brothers bred from Earl Tudor’s families were being matched into one another at every show. In some of the shows, all the dogs matched were all close kin to one another and all bred from the families in Earl Tudor’s yard. It was known throughout the game, the closer you dogs were bred to the dogs in Earl Tudor’s yard, the better chance you had to win. And in those days, winning was a big part of the game. Earl was making a number of the shows in those days but, most he missed as his health was a wreck and his nerves were near out of control. Earl, in his late years, became a man many found very hard to be around.
He was like an animal that would go wild within two seconds. When he talked he went into his stories to tell you the different looks on the different peoples faces at the time of the stories. And when some stories reached a point, he would begin crying, taking his eye glasses off and wiping tears from his eyes. His stories I listened to for hours each visit. He would always tell me, “just you and your wife come and I’ll tell you some stories you ain’t ever heard before”. Many of the stories Earl told me were stories I had heard but, told to me in a different way. Then after Earl would tell me a story, he would wink one eye, and give me a touch with one hand and say, “now that’s the truth of that story!” At this time, in the late.1960’s and early 1970’s, at the core of the game, One could be in a ‘large motel room with 15 or so of the number one players in the game talking to one another. And, in a room like that at a show, there would be many stories told about the different areas and gamedogs and the people who play the game. in those days, there would be a large number of In a room like that thir them who would be cutting down Earl Tudor in a number of different kind of ways in their stories. It was as if most were trying to push Earl from his true area on the mountain.
The different players were fast to talk of one from Earl’s’yard that lost and slow to talk about the ones that won and even slower to talk about the ones that proved that dead-gameness. It was plan to see the way the game matched itself into Earl Tudor in many ways as he proved himself. We all prove ourselves over a matter of years, and years, and years of playing the game. then, another generation will come along and prove the truth of the past. But now we’re here playing the game as the world is only a stage. And talking of Playing the game; at the time when one of the big Texas shows came off in this area, there were a number from California who had come to my shade tree for a visit. One was an Indian Chief called Indian Sonny. Another was a large land owner in California, his name Larry McCaw. Another was a good gamedog man called Freddy Jones. Freddy was hot to match a two-time winner he had called “Black Bart”. “Black Bart” in Freddy’s hands had won two matches, and killed a dog in the pit in 20 minutes in one. Freddy and his friends from California were walking over my dog yard when Freddy said, “‘Your dogs look different than any dogs I ever seen.” Larry McCaw had the day before, lost a match with his dog called “‘Barney”. He was fast to try and get Freddy and I together for a match while the Indian was trying to get into my pedigree and Picture collection. Larry said to Freddy, “These Texas dogs are sure thin aren’t they Freddy?” About this time, “‘Pit General” crawled out of a hole he had dug under his dog house. “Pit General” was near his pit weight, as was most all the dogs in my yard at that time, which was near the dog days of summer. In my dog yard in those days, there were no shade trees. The dogs and their houses were in an open area with the grass kept cut. Each dog house had a lean-to shade on one side of their house. Each dog had a water hole beside or under their house. As “Pit General” crawled out from under his house, he had mud on him and looked a site.
I turned to Freddy and said, “You see that 42 Pounder there that I just a while back won one with? I’ll match him into that “Black Bart” dog of yours that you won with at 43 and will match at your weight if you’ll come and match in this safe area of Texas.” After quite a bit of pro and con, and the Indian still trying to look at more of my pictures, we made the match to come off November 4, 1972. At that time, a field investigator for the Humane Society called Jerry Owens was starting to make headlines and TV news about how he was investigating dog fighting in this Texas area. The next show that came off in the spring of 1972, was a show where it rained all the day long and pit side was near 450 people who watched the matches all day till the last match ended under the light of a lantern. When this show came off, Jerry Owens got into a line leaving the motel to get to the pit side, then left to go buy him and his friends some rain coats. The pit was set up on the father of the Asst. District Attorneys ranch. Jerry Owens made it to the phone and called a number of different laws but, could not get a hold of any who would make the bust. For the next few weeks, Jerry Owens wag on headlines and TV shows talking about the size of the pit and the washing and weighing of the dogs.
The story was on the headlines of all the papers in the Texas area. About this time, the number one Texas Ranger in Texas came to the shade tree on the mountain, his name was Boss Hogg. He got right to the point and made himself real clear as he said, “No-more dog fights in Texas, Ya’ll hear!” At that time, we already had another show put together for the fall, then was when “Pit General” and “Black Bart”‘ was matched. I then made a call to a friend from the early 1960’s who lived just over the Texas line in Louisiana. His name was Jimmy Wimmberly. He had learned from Earl Tudor and had matched a number of Earl’s dogs. After we made a deal to hold the show at his race horse track, I asked him, “would you want to finish working a good dog for the show?” He asked about the dog and I told him; he took a 1/3 of the bet in on the over all deal we made. George Gilmen, who was at that time, a close friend who he and I had matched near 20 dogs together; he was backing me with money. He and I took “Pit General” to Jimmy’s place and talked deal for the show then made it back to the mountain top. One week later Jimmy called and asked if he could turn the dog over to another old friend called Roland Fontenot.
It was near 2 weeks till match time. I told him to let Roland have him to work. I can’t work anymore than I was working for that show, which I was working five for that show; and I knew Roland had also come up under Earl Tudor and had used dogs from Earl’s yard in his near seven or eight matches he had had. The deal was made and the fourth day in front of the matches, I drove into Louisiana with a large truck and the pit sticking out the rear of the truck. There was three of us from this area that made the trip with the pit and bleacher seats and five dogs that was matched at the show. We set up camp at pit side beside a river in a grove of tall pine trees on a sandy road behind an old half vacant house that was lived in by a horse jockey. Two nights before the matches were to come off, we all ate duck at Roland’s house and seen the looks of “Pit General” as he ate his next to the last feeding. Roland said to me, “I know you said he could bite hard but, you know me, cajun and all, I had to see for myself before I wanted to put any money down”.
When I got the dog from Jimmy, I put him on a 70 lb. bird dog. “Pit General” killed the bird dog in six minutes. He’s the hardest biting killingest dog I ever seen. We talked on a few hours, as we ate duck and drank wine. We were all looking forward for-the matches; we all had our pockets full of money to bet on the ones we liked. The next day before the last feeding, we drove the truck and dogs to the motel where everyone was staying. We got a large room for all the dog people to meet, talk, drink and smoke in. The dog talk was stories from every area in the U.S.A. A while after sunset, in drove two station wagons with five people in each car. It was the dog men from the West Coast. Freddy walked to the back of the station wagon and took out “Black Bart” on the end of a short lead. “Black Bart” was a tall dog with lots of muscle all over his body. Later, Freddy came to me in the talking room and said, “come see “Black Bart”. As we walked into their room, “Black Bart” was laying in the middle of the bed. There was four California people in the room with “Black Bart”; they were drinking and smoking. I knew, as soon as we open the door and walked in, that ” Black Bart” had himself in a bad spot. Freddy began talking to “Black Bart” to get him to stand so I could see him. As “Black Bart” stood, he began stretching his body in a way where he showed me so many strong muscles. It was as if he was putting on a show of his body as he stood and then licked Freddy in the face. After I left “Black Bart’s” room, I went to My room where my wife was with two dogs I had in crates. I told my wife, “Phyllis, this match with “Pit General” ant going to last an hour.” I said , that Black Bart is a strong made dog thats going to put out lots of fight, but, “Pit General” will have him eaten down in less than 45 minutes”.
One of the other dogs I had matched was an offspring of the pure Tudor bred “Nigger” dog. His name was Gormor his dam was the “Red Bill” family from Earl Tudor’s yard. I had another male called “‘Bobby”, that his sire was a dog called “Bogger Red” and his dam was a bitch called “‘Spring”, who she was “Pit General’s” belly mate sister. “Gormor” was matched into Gary Bull Plug Hammonds and his dog “Bruno” at 53 lbs. “Gormor” was a true 48 lb. Pit weight dog and had won one match at 48 lbs., a champion dog in the hands of Don Maloney called, “Bullet”. “Gormor” was a good fighting dog but, had little bad teeth. Bull Plug had won an off the chain match at 52 lbs. with “Bruno”. The dog “‘Bruno” and Gary had won over, had lost a at 42 lbs. and was weighing 52 lbs. chain fat. Gary had “Bruno” worked in good shape and killed the little 42lb.er near one hour. This was a big money match, it was the match we had more money on than any of the matches. In this area, the talk about these two dogs was being bet on in many areas. “Bruno”, the big hard biting 53 pounder, was the betting favorite when the match was made. Four weeks before the match,, the betting became even. Then, at pit side, “Gormor”, the 48lb. dog -became a 100 to 20 favorite over the 53 lb. ” Bruno” – The next night at Pitside, after the sun began to set, the people began to gather. The first match was “Pit General” and “Black Bart”; it was the West Coast dogmen matched into the Southwest dogmen.
The betting, at the weigh in and wash tubs, was being made one after another as the California people were calling all bets. I had bet all I had, then I turned to Freddy one more time and said, “You want to bet $500.00 more?” Freddy shook his head and said, “I think I am bet out”. When the dogs met in the center of the pit, “Black Bart”‘ became 100 to 75 favorite for the first 5 or 10 minutes. Then, “Pit General” evened up the bet as the dogs were biting it out, with one biting while the other was biting him. Near the 20 minute mark, “Pit General” became 100 to 50 favorite, as he got a deep hold in “Black Bart’s” shoulder. “Pit General” shook “Black Bart” off his feet and rooted in deeper and deeper till he broke “Black Bart’s” shoulder. “Pit General” then fast went into the rear end and broke “Black Bart’s” rear end. Then he was fast back into the broken shoulder. He took a deep hold between the chest and shoulder and rooted in deep. “Pit General” began biting, and shaking and chewing; then near 35 minutes, he began putting his front feet on “Black Bart”, pulling his hold. He was also getting hotter and hotter.
About this time, “Black Bart” took a hold and came up shaking. “Pit General” was fast to put “Black Bart” back on his back and again began working the same chest, shoulder hold. Near 40 minutes, “Pit General” shook “Black Bart” till he himself came off his feet. Then he put his front feet on “Bart’s” chest and pulled a piece of meat out of between “Bart’s” shoulder and chest as big as a mans fist. As he pulled the hunk of meat off of “Bart’s” body, he then turned his head up to, the light and swallowed the meat in front of over 200 people. Then “Pit General”‘ took another hold and began to shake as Freddy said, “that’s enough, we give it up”. When the match was over, Roland brought “Pit General” to his corner and handed him over the pit wall and said, “He’s the best dog I ever seen”. Jimmy Wimberly spoke up and said, “he’s much more dog than Tudor’s “Spike” was.” As we took “‘Pit General” and washed him up and cared for him under a light, a number of glory seeking came around to try and get as much of “Pit General’s” and Earl Tudor’s credit as they could get. “Black Bart” died in Freddy’s arms as he stepped out of the pit. The next match was “Gormor” and “‘Bruno” at 53 lbs.;
“Gormor weighed in at 50lb.s and “Bruno” at 511/2. The clean cut, college young man who owned, conditioned and was handling “Bruno” called himself Bull Plug. “Bruno” was washed first and taken to the pit. While “Gormor” was being washed, Bull Plug put “Bruno” to work in the pit doing tricks for the crowd. “Bruno” would roll over, sit up, bark on que and jump rope with Bull Plug. These two big dogs fought one another hard for near two hours; they scratched 10 or 15 times each. “Gormor”, throughout the match, was doing all the pushing and fast scratching with “Bruno” fighting defense and scratching very slow each scratch. At the end of the match, on “Bruno’s” last scratch, it took Bull Plug to the count of eight before he could get “Bruno”‘ to leave his line. Then, as soon as “Gormor” met “Bruno” a few feet from “Bruno’s” line, Bull Plug gave up the match. Soon after the match was over, Bull Plug left the pit with “Bruno” laying in the front seat, with his head laying in Bull Plug’s lap. On his way home to Ft. Worth, Texas, “Bruno” died with his head laying in his best friends lap.
Bull Plug took “Bruno’s” body home and buried him in his dog yard. This was in the fall of 1972. Then, a few years later, Bull Plug moved; he dug up the remains of “‘Bruno” and took him to their new place. Bull Plug buried “‘Bruno” and this time, he planted a tree on the grave and put a large red rock on the head of the grave. On the red rock in white letters, Bull Plug wrote these words; “Every man needs one good bulldog and this one was mine, “Bruno”; and he wrote his life time dates. This stone and tree can still be seen in Ft. Worth, Texas in Bull Plugs dog yard. The next match was males at 43 lbs. In this match, we North Texas dog men were matched into the “King of Bulldog Hill” in South Texas and his friends. We had a red rednose dog called “Bobby”. “Bobby” was bred out of Earl Tudor’s yard and was one of the dogs I bought from Danny Burton’s yard when I bought “General”. Maurice was using an outcrossed bred dog that was bred from some good bred dogs he had at one time. Maurices dog was a brindle dog called, Sambo”. Maurice came to me before the match, he said, “‘things ain’t been going to well in South Texas. Me and my friends ain’t got the match money and I ain’t got enough to pay forfeit. How about us matching for the gate money?”
Maurice and I had become good friends over the years and knew each other to the point where we knew who we in truth were. I told Maurice, “that’s fine; we’ll-fight for the gate”. The dog we had, “Bobby”, was a tall, long legged dog. He was young and had little time being schooled. “Sambo”, Maurice’s dog was a little low built, short legged, very strong dog. Within 5 minutes into the fight, Tommy Bryant , who was handling “Bobby”, got a bet on “Bobby”. Even though “Sambo” was the pushing dog and had already bit “Bobby” hard a few times; Tommy had to lay $300.00 to a $100.00 to get a bet. “Sambo”, within 10 minutes, had an artery cut high and low on ‘Bobbys” legs and at 16 minutes into the match, we gave it up as Bobby was going down fast from the amount of blood he had lost. “Bobby”‘ was to much of a dog to get killed for $300.00. The next match was a big money match with females at 27 pounds into a 29 pounder. We, the North Texas dog men, were matched into number of dog men from Tennessee. Billy Collins from Tennessee and had made this match a few months before in Mississippi at Leo Kinard’s place. Billy was a top rated boxer in Pro Boxing. He conditioned and handled his 29 lb. bitch and I conditioned and handled the 27 lb. bitch.
Billy’s bitch was called “Spot”; she was bred from Leo Kinard’s yard of Corvino breeding. I was using a female called “Sugar” that I had got as a pup from an X-FBI man called John cotton. John bred “Sugar”; she was sired by “Eli”, her dam was a corvino bred bitch. “Eli” was a dog that was bred different then his Pedigree showed him as bred. “Eli” was in truth a Corivino and Tudor bred dog of close family breeding. “Eli” had won one hard fought match in Mississippi, in the hands of Floyd Boudreaux, a tile setter deep in the cajun country of South Louisiana. “Eli’s” second match was in the hands of a sack – maker called, Jr. Bush, from Alabama. That match was Picked up when the show was busted by the Mississippi law. It was easy to see “Eli” was not the same dog as he was in his first match but, he was a lot of dog and still in the match real strong. After that match, “Eli” was deal to John Cotton in Tennessee. John was a man with lots of money and a few were trying to get in with him. Within a year or so after John had “Eli”, a number of young dogs sired by “Eli” began showing as good pit dogs.John had bred “Eli” to a number of his females with a number of pups on the ground; when “Eli” was stolen out of his kennel. John had sent me this female called “Sugar” because I tried to help him get “Eli” back. “Sugar” was near two years old and had been schooled good; Sugar” was as fast as any dog I had ever seen and she bit real hard. When we Pitted the little bitches, Billy Collin’s “Spot” was a I lb. heavy.
He lost his forfeit but, had two lbs. of weight with very small dogs. When we Pitted the bitches, “Sugar” met “Spot” in “Spot’s” corner and began biting her hard in the front end, then in the rear end. At 3 minutes, ” Spot” made a turn, at 7 minutes, we got a handle and “Spot” jumped the pit when it was her turn to scratch. The next match was between the North Texas dog men match into Floyd Boudreaux and his cajun friends from Louisiana. The match was males at 33 lbs. Floyd was using a dog bred off his yard called, “Elisha” a spotted buckskin dog that showed Floyd’s breeding. Tommy Bryant handled a dog of unknown breeding called “Fawnzie“. For 45 minutes it was “Elisha” top dog all the way with “Fawnzie” holding skin holds from the bottom. Near 50 minutes, “Fawnzie” made the first scratch hard into “Elishas”‘ mouth. At 55 minutes, it was “Elisha’s” turn to scratch and he stood for the count. When we made it home near two in the early morning, we went straight to bed.
Then, up at seven in the morning to take the dogs out of their crates. When I climbed into the back of the truck, “Pit General’s” crate door was standing about open and inside “Pit General’s” crate was no dog. Within the next 24 hours, I talked to a number of very interesting people about “Pit General”. they said they knew where “Pit General” was. Some said he was in Mexico, some said California, some said New York, some said Louisiana, some Mississippi, some Chicago, and some said Ohio. At that time, my friend on “Bulldog Hill”, in South Texas, was buying every black pup he could find. Maurice was selling black Pups for a hundred dollars more than the other Pups he sold. Each time he sold one, he would tell the buyer, “this pup is sired by “Pit General”, so keep the breeding to yourself”. The Indian Chief in California began telling everyone he knew where “Pit General was. A short time later, the Con of Bulldog Hill called the Indian. Then the Indian called me, then the Indian got out of the game for a few years. I don’t know what all Maurice, the king of “Bulldog Hill”, had told the Chief but the Chief was very upset when I last talked with him. “Pit General,” was talked about from then till now. someday it will be proven, as the truth of the past always becomes proven; just as it did with “Eli”.
When we’re playing the game, we Play it the way we know how to play; then years later, the truth of many things of the past is proven. Today, we’re playing the game, than years later we look back and say we should have done it like one way or another and maybe we would have learned more. Many times when we play the game, we stray from the truth. Not just a few of us but, the very large percent of us do sometime stray from the truth. Then, in later years, the truth becomes proven and it has a way of making one a bit sick if they were one of the ones who strayed to far from that truth. it’s a sickening feeling but, the most of us get over it within time. Then there’s also a percent who never want to admit to the truth and spent their last days in fear. Today, truth is being proven by many of each generation of our past. Books are being written about the many ones who have climbed high on the mountain called “Lookout”.’ John F. Kennedy is having a number of books and movies of the man he was. Frank S. is a man that has climbed so near the top, already while he’s still alive, books are being written of him. The higher we climb the mountain, the more we prove ourselves. If one never does any climbing, they never get the chance to prove their true gameness. The truth of all of us will be proven as we climb the mountain in all games, no matter what game; a movie star, a dogfighter, a dog lover or a president. All games of life. The ones who climb the mountain are proven truth. We all, at a time, live in the pits of hell and high on the mountain as more will be proven true about that person. Mountain climbing and proving truth is a-way of life that comes after a climber has played in one game for a number of years and reached a peak in that game. How high anyone climbs in any game of life is up to the gameness within that climber. It’s like in the game of “American Gamedogs”, are many owners who own a game bred dog and they-would never reach a point where they would pit one of thir dogs in a real match. Then, there’s others who climb of different levels of the mountain within the game.
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CH BANCROFT'S BLUE EYES (4XW)

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Many breeders always try to breed better dogs than both parents, after all, if you don't try to improve with each generation, your dogs and your success will fall by the wayside. BLUE has quite a pedigree and to elaborate on it seems appropriate.
BLUE's father, Busdrivers' CH TY, was a good dog with average bite and good wrestling ability. His gameness was proved in his last match against Carter's STARE, I believe a product of Mason's CH HOG, in 1:57. His other two fights were not very tough, especially his second when he was conditioned and handled by the late Bert Clouse. TY's sire was Jackson's AMOS MOSES, a littermate to Carver's DIAMOND, and I believe a two time winner. TY's dam was Henneke's COWGIRL, who also produced a two time winner called STOMPASON.
BLUE's dam, my RED DARLING bitch, was never matched due to the fact she lost all her teeth in a game test. RED DARLING's sire was the two time winner Jackson's TOAD, a littermate to Bancroft's CH SPADE, double bred off Walling's BULLYSON. RED DARLING had three littermates make it to the pit, the best of which was Petrie's BUDDHA. RED DARLING's dam was my KNUCKLES bitch, she was by Carver's DIAMOND out of Tonn's CH MISS J. MISS J was out of AMOS MOSES.
BLUE being out of the first litter I ever bred and raised, is special to me. He was named BLUE because he had blue eyes as a pup, they later turned gold. He is definitely a product of selective breeding. He has more talent and bite than either parent and is as game as either. Imagine a Champion in the first try at breeding!
His first match was into a dog from the east called DARTH VADAR at 49 pounds. It was the first time out for each and VADAR stood the line for his third at 0:50.
The second was into a dog from the Wilder bloodline, named 3-TOOTH, and he was also a one time winner. This time it was at 50 pounds. BLUE was getting the old ride the head treatment at the start and was having trouble getting in. By 0:20 BLUE finally drove him into a corner and went into the chest which let the air out of 3-TOOTH's balloon. 3-TOOTH stood the line his second time up.
BLUE's third was against a dog named APOLLO, who had previously beat a good dog from the Midwest. Again at 50 pounds. From the start it was easy to see that APOLLO had the skill and finesse to ride the head and he had the bite to go along. When BLUE could not get in for the first hour, I knew we were in for a long one. The pace was very fast for big dogs, BLUE would hurt APOLLO in flurries, but it was clear that APOLLO was in great shape and was such an athlete that he would dominate the action. By 1:30 BLUE was the down dog and was being drug around. I knew I was in trouble now and just prayed to get a handle to get BLUE up. With every handle and scratch BLUE went hard and straight, even though he got the worst of it when he got there. At 1:45 APOLLO's handler fouled but the referee only warned him. After a couple more APOLLO seemed to be losing interest and got busted in the corner on BLUE's scratch. Finally at 2:11 APOLLO came half way across and then went to a neutral corner. BLUE ran a courtesy scratch and then went home a Champion!

CH. BLUE...The Dog Behind Schoolteacher's GR. CH. SHEP
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AGK · Nov 23, 2019

LIL TONEY’S GR CH BLADE ICEWOOD

Lil Toney’s GrandChampion Blade Icewood was bred by Lil Toney from a breeding between Scooter’s two time winner Buc a dog bred down from an old school Eli / GR CH Virgil R.O.M. / GR CH Buck R.O.M. cross
and Lil Toney’s Vana – double bred on West penn Kennels ‘ Razor – a game one time winner that went over two hours for her win . Some of you guys might not know that Blade Icewood won one off the chain in 17 before his career officially started.
1. was contracted into a dog man that had ties to the infamous Roadblock Kennels (a seasoned vet in the Midwest) and the weight was 37lbs, using a son of Champion Charlie. They figured to have a rough, fastlane hound that would bury himself into his opponent chest. Well that experience and presumption didn’t really go as scripted. They weighed in at 36, and Blade Icewood weighed in at 37, who was clearly bigger and almost towered over him. The Ref said “release” and this contest was really over before it even started. It lasted only 23 minutes, much longer than anyone anticipated. Icewood was proven to be the bigger, rougher hound that pressed him in his chest and rear end.
2. was into the Midwest finest, City Streets Kennel. It was hosted by True Colors’ very own Tony Rogers, may he Rest In Peace. The weight was agreed at 37 lbs. Icewood’s opponent was Huckleberry, a son of Champion Black Beast. This card also featured True Colors’ Persey, going into Icewood’s litter-mate brother at 41 lbs. Icewood was first on this card and after they weighed and washed it was on. This contest went just like the first one with Icewood being much stronger, smarter and rougher than his opponent. His primary focus was to get to the chest and rear end and he got there at will. This contest was over when City Streets’ dog stood the line at 27 minutes.
3. was into Jizzle, a son off of Fearnone-Dirty Glove & Game Blood Kennels’ Champion BG, The Baddest 42. Toney presumed that this would be Wood’s most difficult match, because in the previous matches, Wood had a breathing problem and if they would get passed Jizzle, they would consider retiring him. Well, most spectators also figured that this match would be a classic because Champion BG had Jizzle’s sire, go to hell and back to earn his title when he defeated BNK & LOD’s dog in an all out war. Every once in a while, a match would live up to the hype, and this contest proved to be a classic match from the word “release”. Both dogs swapping it out in the rear end. Both dogs displayed mouth, ability and gameness and nobody could figure out who would become victorious. Jizzle really did majority of his damage into Wood’s back-end, even pinning Icewood down, getting into his brisket, working over Jizzle’s face, all while trying to catch his breath. It went back and forth for a while until Blade Icewood switched it and changed the tide when he got deep into Jizzle’s rear and made a vow that he was not coming out. This contest went 1 hour and 40minutes with Icewood finishing Jizzle on the floor in his rear end and earning his Champion title. Before the start of his next contest, Toney decided to address Blade Icewood’s breathing problem and visited the vet. It turned out that Blade had a severe case of heartworms. The vet stated that he would be on heart worm medication for the rest of his life, but it would also help him out with his workouts and resolve this breathing problems. So after a long stint of getting his health in order, Blade got that junkie itch for some action. For his fourth, Blade Icewood was coming off a year and a half layover because of his last contest and his heartworm problem was finally under control. He was looking for a Champion or better and one was located…
4. was set at 38 lbs in the Carolina’s into Champion Gotti. Champion Gotti had blown right through all three of his opponents and they thought it would be four easy wins. It was stated earlier that most contest don’t really live up to the hype and this one didn’t. This was supposed to be the toughest contest for Blade Icewood and an easy win for Gotti. The only problem was that Blade Icewood’s breathing problem was now under control and from the release it was evident with Wood not wasting anytime and quickly taking care of business. In 30 minutes, Icewood is clearly too far ahead, working his rear-end hold. Icewood didn’t have any intentions of coming out and he didn’t until Champion Gotti was no longer here. Game, set, match! Wood refuses to give him up and finally was parted away from Gotti in an hour and a half. Now before I get to his 5th, I’ll inform you that it was a massive search party for Champions and Grand Champions. Grand Champion Coon was sold to some boys in the south and they were contacted, but didn’t want any part of Blade Icewood. They stated that Coon was retired, but did go on to win another one. Grand Champion Grip’s crew was also contacted, and they stated he was really retired. So we respectfully kept looking. After no takers for a while, it wasn’t until a reputable kennel from Ohio wanted a shot of the Champ.
5. was into Crybaby, a 1xw and 1xW O.T.C. son off Champion Ali. The weight was set at 38 lbs. and the day before the contest, Blade Icewood got out of his containment and ate himself full of kibble. When they arrived,
terms were discussed and they both decided to get it on. Blade was a pound over his contracted weight with a lot of dog food in his stomach. The Ohio players thought this was a disadvantage for Blade and it turned out to a big mistake! Blade took over from the word “release”, displaying mouth, ability and intelligence! Wood was in no hurry and he outclassed this opponent in every way. This contest went 3 hours and 23 minutes because Blade Icewood would not let go. This contest ended up being called by the Ref because his opponent had expired right there on the floor. This made Blade Icewood an official Grand Champion! Now fresh off his Grand Championship, the hunter soon became the hunted! Reputable kennels started contacting Lil Toney to get a piece of Wood, but one in particular just thought he had Icewood’s number. Dayton Ave Kennels was really high of their Champion Deebo. For their second win, they beat a Champion and for their Championship, they traveled across the states and beat a highly reputable kennel. Dayton Ave Kennels thought they can improve on their merits by beating a Grand Champion that recently went close to 3 ½ hours. The only problem was Deebo’s competition weight was 41 lbs. and Wood was contracted at 38 lbs.
6. Both camps were dripping with confidence and they both felt as if they couldn’t lose! So both sides decided to go at 40 lbs. Many thought that would work in Deebo’s favor because he was slightly larger, but at the weigh in, both contenders were under 39 lbs. and they were released. Well out the gate Deebo slammed Icewood in the middle of the box and that was literally Deebo’s only highlight! Icewood took over and became
the captain of the ship. He never looked back, working Deebo’s face, front end, and back end, literally breaking him down. Deebo was starting to fade and Dayton Ave asked for a scratch to continue because he was broken up so bad so, one was awarded. Deebo had the will of his pedigree and the heart of a lion, making a running, flipping scratch before the 10 count. The only problem was Wood picked up right where he left off, pouring it on the Champion. Dayton Ave made an incredible handle at 1:40, because Wood usually don’t like to let go. When the Ref said release, Deebo collapsed in the corner and was counted out. Wood made his courtesy scratch and was crowned with his sixth win.
Lil Toney’s Blade Icewood has the ability to outthink his opponents, neutralizing their best weapons and have it work against them. The reason he goes so long is because he has the ability to stay out of trouble, while being extremely patient, and dishing out punishment all at the same time. Icewood also really enjoys his work and hates letting go and that makes him very difficult to handle. He is still on the hunt, coming to a box near you!
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AGK · Nov 23, 2019

SUNNYBOY’S GR CH TALOUSE
Seadensun was struggling to breed GR CH GRITLER to MOLLY BEE, 1XW, 1XL (GIS), so he asked me to come and help, I arrived and we tried but GRITLER was not interested and MOLLY was nearly over . In my attempts GRITLER nearly took of my face as he got really frustrated and aggressive but we succeeded after all! We were not expecting a big litter for MOLLY was old and we only got one stuck. There were six pups in total. Klein Molly died very young with a full belly of pups by Jasper a son of Lucane that was imported by Brainy Smurf . Then there was Jade – a 1XW, 1XGL – she lost to GR CH Gypsy. She Produced two R.O.M. dogs and two two time winners and still has a big role in producing excellent stock. There was also Pyper, a very big female that Megabite took over and used for breeding. The famous CH Count down a seven time winner that lost one game to CH EX, was also part of the litter. Let’s not forget the dead game two time winner Gator , one of the gamest dogs I’ve ever seen till this day. And last but not least Talouse , the gentle giant. was also part of the litter . Let ‘s not for get the dea d game two -ti me winner Gator , one of the gamest dogs I’ve ever seen till this day. And last but not least Talouse , the gentle giant …
They were born in the very early hours. Talouse was the first born and my pick of the litter. I wanted to crop his ears, Seadensun told me “If you crop his ears you take him, you can’t change your mind”, I said “Sure”, but then the unthinkable happened: the very last pup that came out – later known as
was the one I wanted. I fell in love and begged for him but Seadensun did not budge. Talouse was a very soft nature’d dog, good with other dogs, loved puppies. While he was standing at Savutis they went on a hunting trip and when they came back they’ve found Talouse sitting in front of the back door waiting for them, with 25 pitbulls chained on the yard! He didn’t cared about any of them, clearly showing his intelligence again. At the same time my baby was born and it turned out that Talouse is very good with kids also. I really believe he could have become a double grand champion if given the chance. Talouse was 16 months old when we first tried to roll him against his sire Gritler. Well, he wanted nothing of it! He just screamed and showedno interest. so I left him alone for 3 months and then tried again. He was a complete different dog now!
He showed high ability, great strength and intelligence. A true Yellow dog. For that 3 months we would climb steep cliffs and reach water falls where I’d dive down into the water leaving him high up, acting like I was drowning then he would also jump in to come and save me! I loved my boy. We rolled Talouse one more time and we decided to take him out. A call came from K-Klub who had a one time winner monster at 57.3lbs. He ended his opponents career in a veryshort time. Everybody was running from Dempsey. They asked if we were up for it? We sure did! We agreed and the date was set! On arrival Dempsey saw the pit from the back of the trailer and started shaking the trailer as if they had a mad bull inside. We all stood there still and looked worried.
Sunnyboy’s TALOUSE K-Club’s DEMPSEY 1XW&1XGL M58.5
The match was agreed between handlers to start at 19:00 but K-Club arrived late and the match only started at 20:00. Dogs were weighed. Talouse coming in at 56.2lbs. and Dempsey at 59.9lbs. Seadensun took the forfei and the match was on. Both dogs started fast with Dempsey driving hard and Talouse on defense. The match stayed the same for the first 20 minutes with Talouse defending and Dempsey dishing out the pressure. 20 minutes into the match a bleeder was hit on Dempsey’s shoulder and the match started to turn in Talouse’s favour. At 26 minutes a turn was called on Dempsey but the referee did not agree. At 30 minutes another turn was called on Dempsey and referee acknowledged. At 35 minutes Dempsey is running very hot and Talouse is dominating and seem to have taken out Dempsey’s left front shoulder. At 40 minutes Talouse is working a down Dempsey very hard and K-Club can see that Dempsey won’t get back into the match. At 43 minutes the ref calls onto K-Club to pick up their dog. K-Club agreed and asked Seadensun for a courtesy scratch which Seadensun agreed to, making Talouse a one time winner in 43 minutes. Dempsey made a stumbling courtesy scratch with great effort while Talouse was screaming from his corner to still get a piece of Dempsey. Talouse went like a bullet on his courtesy scratch. Talouse was conditioned and handled by Seadensun. Dempsey was conditioned and handled by K-KLUB.
Seadensun’s TALOUSE Demon Kennels’ BRUNO MCW

The match was agreed between handlers to start at 20:00 and so it did. Dogs were washed and the ref called for dogs to be released. Dogs met in the middle. 15 minutes into the match turn was called on Bruno who was struggling to breathe. Talouse did not seem to be interested in fighting at all, riding Bruno’s ear, looking for no other means to fight. 20 minutes into the match the first
handle took place. Bruno to scratch and so he did. At 30 minutes into the match, Bruno took control and another handle took place. Seadensun struggled to keep Talouse in his corner. Talouse scratched. At around 40 Bruno got hold of Talouse’s jaw. Talouse still not interested in fighting and starts screaming. Seadensun is a bit concerned. At 45 minutes, another handle took place. Bruno to scratch. When the ref called Bruno to scratch Seadensun released Talouse that came flying out of his corner. Bruno was now totally in control of the match. At 52 Talouse
started licking Bruno, who got hold of Talouse’s penis. Talouse started screaming. This is probably what Talouse needed to take some action. After three more scratches at 1:04 Demon Kennels conceded the match. Sunnyboy and Seadensun were shocked by this! Bruno was doing well at this stage, but his owner probably knew better. Talouse is now a two time winner, conditioned and handled by Seadensun. Bruno was conditioned by Demon Kennels and handled by “Big Man”.
After the news spread about Talouse we struggled to get some action. Nobody wanted to go into Talouse after his 2nd, so we sent him to Megabite. Talouse stayed there with his brother – Countdown – who was already hard at work for his championship match – which was set up shortly after his 2nd. Well, Talouse was not hooked up yet. Three weeks before Countdown’s match, Megabite finally found an opponent for Talouse at …but only to go on the same night as Countdown at 54lbs…3.3lbs under Talouse’s lowest weight. The match was set to go. Before going into details let’s just to have a quick look at what disadvantage Talouse is going in at…
• He travelled from one county to another (1056 miles)
• His lowest weight is 56.2lbs and he is going at 54lbs
now.
• On match night the competition weighed in at 56.2lbs,
being 2.2lbs over the agreed weight. But, guess what?
Sunnyboys’s TALOUSE Sandman’s MAX M54
Dog’s were weighed. Max is 2.2Lbs over the weight. Megabite took the forfeit and agreed to go on with the show. The dog’s were washed and taken in their corners. The ref called for handlers to release their dogs. Talouse took control from the word “go”, riding Max’s ear and working the front shoulders. At 34 minutes Max got hold of Talouse’s leg and he started to scream, again just what Talouse needed. Within the next 10 minutes Talouse destroyed his opponent’s front shoulders. Max took too much damage. It cost him his life later on that night. Sandman conceded at 55 minutes. Max did not make a courtesy . Talouse however tested his handlers strenght for he was screaming and fighting to get some more of Max. You would swear he only just started. Sadly – but gladly – Talouse won his championship title in 55 minutes only to lose a very worthy opponent. R.I.P. Max Coundown also became champion a day after! Talouse’s next match was set up the same night, this time against Max’s big brother Deacon.
Sunnyboy’s CHAMPION TALOUSE Sandman’s DEACON M58.5
Champion Talouse weighed in at 58.5lbs and Deacon at 59.5lbs. Talouse is going uphill again. Megabite took the forfeit…again. Dogs were washed and taken to their corners. Dogs met in middle. When Talouse got handled Megabite struggled to hold him in his corner. He screamed to get more of his opponent. The first handle was at 25 minunes. After three scratches each Deacon stood the line and was counted out at 1:04. It was a relatively long match but a well deserved win. Talouse is now a four time winner. Talouse’s next match was on home ground at 25.5 Kg into Mad Max and his Cocaine dog…
Sunnyboy’s CH TALOUSE Mad Max’s COCAINE M57.3
Talouse at 56.8lbs and Cocaine at 54lbs. Cocaine was a late replacement for Rascal who died 3 before the show. Mad Max had little time to get to know Cocaine and do some work. Dogs were washed and the ref called handlers to release. Both dogs came out strong. Talouse took hold of Cocaine’s ear. Cocaine broke trough Talouse’s defense and punished his stifle, what more to say but “Déjà vu”! Talouse did it again! Not intrested to fight at all. Only controlling, not fighting. Cocaine on the other hand gave it all, even lost a canine in the process. Great dog, fought game to the end, outclassing all those who went against Talouse, exept Bruno. Cocaine had no conditioning, was rolled four week prior for 1:30 and with a new owner still did better against Talouse than those that were conditiond and over the agreed weight! I must say, “Go Cocain!”, what a great dog. Finally Mad Max decided to pick up Cocaine, who finished off with a game courtesy scratch!
GRAND CHAMPION TALOUSE vs BULLET M57.3
It was soaking wet because of the rain. Bullet took hold of Talouse’s chest and work it hard. Talouse screamed and tried his best to counter the attack, without luck. Bullet took control and stayed in control for the next 30 minutes when a turn was called on Bullet. At the 45 minute mark the first handle took place. The fight went on. After two scratches each, Talouse fetched Bullet in his own corner. At 1:00 Bullet is down and out, Talouse is completely in control, working hard on Bullet’s chest and shoulders for the next 40 minutes. Bullet starts to scream, trying to jump the pit, but Talouse holds on. Bullet to scratch but decides to stay in his corner and look for place to jump the wall. Talouse is a six time winner now 1 hour and 50 minutes! In Talouse’s whole career he was only bitten three times! He was a high ability dog who could outclass any opponent by sitting on the side of the face, just giving enough to frustrate and tire his opponent and as soon as they go down he finches them. Talouse is the product of a long line of great producers and grand champions. His sire is Grand Champion GRITLER R.O.M. and his grand sire is Grand Champion Sir Thomas, a seven time winner who’s grand sire is Grand Champion Yellow R.O.M. Some say Grand Champion Anderson the Spider Silva came
close, but I have never seen something like him! It’s a shame that he died of a bad case of Parvo infection after his last!
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AGK · Nov 23, 2019

BLANCO’S GR CH ACES JACKIE

Aces Jackie, or Boots as my wife called her, was born up North on the yard of Dawnrest Kennels on August 2nd 1995. Aces Jackie was sired by Rumble, a game and talented stud who is tight Mountain Man’s CH Homer blood, and out of the very rough Pigskin who is tight Cowboy/CH Jeep; both sire and dam have a little GR CH Joey blood for a boost in there. Boots was picked out by Angel Martinez, a friend of mine, who I brought up to Dawnrest because he wanted to buy a pup. Angel raised her until the age of 5 months old when he said he no longer wanted the fiery little bitch that kept shaking his males ball sack. He also didn’t like the way she looked as we both agreed she was the ugliest little bitch around. I paid him four $100.00 payments on her and she was mine. I let her share a kennel with my other 7 month old male and they were fine for a couple of months. Until one day when the wife and I were away at a function and Boots decided that she doesn’t want Damien sharing the kennel anymore and breaks his leg. I got scared since Damien had 20 pounds on her and he tossed her around until she takes his bottom end out. We separated them after about ten or fifteen minutes of what we saw upon our return home and took Damien out. When I let Boots go she rockets into the fence. I tell myself, well if she wants it I’ll give it to her in a few weeks. So that’s what I did. We tried to put a Colby/Bad Billy/Boomerang cross on her but they didn’t go. So one of the guys says his Flo will have that bitch for lunch. Well, they started but Boots picked her teeth with Flo so we put a bigger dog on her after that. That was bump number two and it lasted twenty-seven minutes. I healed her up and a month later we go up North where she came from and give her ten with a Deadwood bitch. She scratched on three and we had to get her other leg stitched back on. Four months later, I gave her fifteen with my rough Bad Billy bitch and they make a nice mess but Boots was giving up 10 pounds and was still coming to the top.
I then bred her to a Deadwood/Art male. After her rolls, bumps and schooling I got a call from Funky Medina, we had known each other for some time. I was green and he had four or five under his belt so he says, “I got a 34 in thirty days.” Well, I said no problem and we agreed on each other’s words, with no forfeits. We get it on with this tight Maloney/Dirty Mary bitch that has been around the block. No handles, no out of holds and his bitch in control for the first 8 minutes. Then Boots hits the armpits, chest and shoulders and his bitch sings and turns. Then Boots breaks the chest and it’s all over. His bitch is playing dead so I scratch to win at :21, his bitch didn’t make it. Well, its time off for a couple of months. I call out Krunch Kennels’ 1X Winner Tilly, we are all set to get it on and they pay the forfeit so I am still looking with three weeks on my dog. Broadway Jack convinced me to go into some high-class stuff in order to get recognition. So I call out Captain America, after he checks me out and checks some weights, we’re on at 36 pounds. He brings some of his double Dead Game Chopper stuff that takes a killing for 1:40, scratches six times, looks dead five times and shits three times but just won’t pack it in until she dies in the corner and collapses. So that’s number two for Boots. She took a bad, heavy chewing so she is on off time for a while. I bred her to CH Asia and didn’t get any pups so no free rides at Blanco’s Kennel. I talked to I.B.M. and asked are we ready? He said hell yeah; I’ll be down to get her tomorrow. He had worked her for number two and she was not running hot or breathing hard at 1:40 and she was strong and pumping, so he was to work her again. Number three is lined up with Krunch & Law-Town because they want another chance. So the money’s up and we are ready when Law-Town wants to forfeit again half way through. Big P Krunch said no way; I’m not looking like an ass that bitch is going. So we get it on and they bring a tight Chinaman bitch that is said to have it all named Lacy. We let them rip and I can see I.B.M. has boots perfect, as usual. Lacy turns after a bit of action, handles are made and she comes across. She is getting outclassed and she starts singing.
Law-Town is making excuses about conditioning and Big P Krunch says its only gone 10 minutes, she is just getting whipped, no excuse needed she didn’t quit yet. She sings along but keeps scratching and we are all confused but they feel she can’t win so they pick up a confused, game bitch and Mass Combine declares Boots as Champion Aces Jackie with win number three in :25. We tried to breed her and while we wait, we get a called out by B-Line. They want traveling weight
and a higher wager, we tell him to hold on because we aren’t sure if she is pregnant or not but if she isn’t we give them our word we will call them. Well she didn’t take so we gave them a call and it’s on in eight weeks with ½ pound for traveling for them. It was to be a four match show until the law pays a visit two hours beforehand, so all others are postponed and we change the spot for ours. With B-Line’s cooperation we travel back South and get it on. Both dogs are on weight and B-Line says they brought this 2X Best In Show Winner Sissy just for Boots. They are confident and start the betting. Sissy is protesting in 6 minutes and scratches twice until at :24 she is a cold noodle and they offer us a scratch to win. We do, and Sissy collapses. I thought she was going to be buried but apparently they saved her after the hour and fourteen minute ride. Poor I.B.M., he worked his ass of for less than a half hour of action. We were advised to try and hook her again right away before the word of a quick kill gets out and then we would never get her hooked. We call out twenty reputable kennels and eight Champions within ½ pound of her weight with no luck until I call Hargroves at War Eagle Kennels. He doesn’t hesitate one minute and it’s on. So I.B.M. is hand walking again now with the help of his stepson Scuff who is racking up a record of his own. The day of our event Hargroves never shows so we get the forfeit after a seven hour ride. We call and try everything to get him to go through with this. So we tell him if he shows at the said time and date and makes weight we will give him back his forfeit. Well he did so; it’s on a full week and a peak later. He brings his 2X Winner Hargroves’ & The Gator Boys’ Simba who is said to be a hardmouthed, rough bitch. She was all that and then some. She was a limb punishing bitch that did to Jackie what she usually does to others. For about 25 minutes Jackie gets busted up, broken front paw, broken stifle and just plain chewed on. When Simba slows down Jackie starts to figure this backend specialist out and she starts doing what she does best, hitting the chest and throat. Simba tired due to lack of air because her throat was choked off and turns at :41. Handles made and she comes like a rocket only to be overpowered by Jackie who was working a down dog until :58 when Hargroves offers a scratch to win. We scratched and now it’s time to help Hargroves save Simba. This is a rough bitch that I would not mind owning myself, I doubt that she would quit. This was definitely Jackie’s toughest match as I wasn’t sure if we were going to win this one. I.B.M. & Scuffs’
conditioning helped to bring her to the top again. She isn’t even 4 years old and made Grand Champion. Not bad for an unrespected $400.00 bitch that nobody liked or wanted. Her next battle is ROM status. Now lets get her bred, hopefully she will pass that style on and can make some more wins because so far our record isn’t where we want it to be.Asthmakid, I.B.M. & Scuff
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magnoilaotis · Nov 23, 2019

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I was at this show location the next yr after Airplane was there. Met his last owner, real nice guy and dogs he had
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I saw Airplane at a conformation show. He was one of those dogs your eyes just gravitated to. I am normally not the type to start conversations with total strangers, but I had to ask about this dog. The owner and his wife were some of the nicest people I have met. You could tell the whole time we talked Airplane thought he was on a business trip.

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AGK · Nov 23, 2019

GR. CH. "35"

1x Pitre’s Hitler in 25 at 38 1/2lb
2x Addy’s Mohammed in 51 at 39 1/2lbs
3x Torre’s Red Dog dog 1.38 at 39 1/2lbs
4x Elliott’s Screw in 1.12 at 40lbs
5x White’s Hook in 40 at 41 1/2lbs
6x Hardin’s Spike in 38 at 40lbs
7x McCollum’s Ch Leroy Jr. in 55 at 41lbs
8x Clark’s Utah in 1.15 at 42lbs. It was a blistering hot day in central Oklahoma the second time I saw the little buckskin dog that as fate would have it, was eventually to change my life. We were in the midst of the heat wave of 1980, suffering through over forty straight days of hundred degree plus temperatures, and when I heard the knock at my door, I really didn't feel like answering, not just because of the heat, but due mostly to one of the worst hangovers of my adult life. Fortunately I did answer, only to be confronted by a fellow who looked at least as bad as I felt. I didn't recognize him immediately as we had only met once before and it wasn't until I saw the dog in the back seat of his car that I knew who it was that had summoned me from my nauseous stupor aboard the "porcelain pony" in my bathroom. He probably didn't remember my name either as we had only spoken briefly one day when I had seen him walking the pup and stopped to ask about it. He didn't know how the dog was bred and said only that a friend had given it to him as a young pup the last time he passed through New Mexico, judging from his apparent age, at least six or eight months ago. I thought no more about the man or his pup until that day, several months later, when in the scorching midday sun, he and the dog showed up on my doorstep. He said, "I know you know about these dogs and I was wondering if you would give me thirty -five dollars for him. I have to go away to Macalister (state prison) for a few months and my wife doesn't like the dog. It's okay if you want to fight him or whatever." My first impulse, standing there staring at him, his long sweat-soaked hair clinging to the ashen skin of his face and neck, (and my stomach doing cartwheels across my torso ) was to tell him to "take a hike" so I could rush back to my retreat in the "John". But a little voice in the back of my brain ( the crazy "dog man" voice ) said "Hey Bill, you can't raise a pup to a year old for thirty-five dollars, much less buy one. Maybe you should give it a shot?" I said "Wait here. I'll see if I have the cash." It turned out to be one of the luckiest ( if not the most immediately enjoyable ) decisions I've ever made. I must confess I didn't even feel like walking the yearling pup for almost twenty-four hours. I just put him in a crate downstairs and went back to wishing I were temporarily dead.
I remember marveling at how uncannily silent the dog was, never making a peep the whole time, nor did he soil his crate before I finally got around to taking him out. It was only then that I saw he was absolutely covered with ticks! They were in his ears, between his toes, in his armpits, everywhere! So, after he took a long, long pee and moved his bowels our first mission was to soak him good with a powerful insecticide. I noticed too, on that first walk with him, that he would go in any direction except where you wanted him to go, a trait which would stay with him the rest of his life. And one which isn't too convenient for trying to "empty out" a match dog. I got him "wormed out" as well as taking care of the tick problem and wondered if my money might not have been better spent on feed for the twenty or so dogs I already owned. After all I didn't even know the breeding of the dog and what were the odds of this orphan turning out to be worth keeping? But he was mine now and the money was gone; I might as well keep an open mind about him and see how my investment turned out. I mean, I had some well bred dogs in my yard but nothing that was looking like a world-beater, and who knows, maybe this little buckskin dog would be that "ace" every dog man dreams of.
He was already a year old so it wouldn't take much longer or much feed to find out. And he was a good-looking little dog, nice head, good body structure and big teeth! Five or six weeks later I decided to walk him up to another of my males to see if he might be ready to start. I chose "Cody", a well bred "Hank"/ "Jesse", "Bolio" cross with some "old Wallace" and "Jim Williams" blood mixed in too. He was a few pounds larger and six months older than the buckskin pup, who at that point I don't think I'd even chosen a name for, ( no sense in "wasting" a good name on a dog that would probably "quit" anyway, right? ) But this was just to be a "starter bump" anyway, to see how badly I'd squandered my thirty-five bucks. I wouldn't let "Cody" hurt him, as "Cody" had started and looked promising in rolls and, of course, the pup had no experience at all. I intended to give him the same chance as all my dogs got, to "make the grade", though I vowed he would certainly get "game-tested" a lot harder due to my lack of confidence in his, at least to me, mysterious family tree. I took him off his chain and approached "Cody" cautiously, as I didn't even bother to pick up a breaking stick, so sure was I that probably nothing would happen anyway between the two youngsters. "Cody" stiff-legged it and growled but before either "Cody" or myself could do anything to stop him ( we had different methods in mind, "Cody" and I ) the pup had grabbed "Cody" by the side of the head, flipped him over his shoulder and was vigorously shaking and working his hold! Fortunately I was seasoned enough not to panic but I was so surprised that it took me a few moments to collect myself enough to formulate a plan and get the now angrily combative, young adversaries apart. Later, after putting the soon to be named, buckskin "pup" back on his chain, I had a chance to ponder what had happened. What had happened? "How did that thirteen month old "pup" do that to "Cody", I wondered? Soon enough I would understand that it wasn't a fluke I had just witnessed but the coming of age of the best pit dog I have ever seen. That tick-infested, buckskin "pup" of unknown breeding was soon to become the feared, "35" Dollar Dog, destined to win eight straight contract matches, without a loss, and would eventually become known as the famous...GR. CH "35"

Skeets · Nov 24, 2019

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I never heard a bad word about cinnamon. Her record was exaggerated as were many of md's dogs but she was supposedly a good one. Bad mother and I think only 2 of her offspring lived
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That may be what I remember then, her record being questioned rather then the dog itself.

Forever-So REAL · Nov 24, 2019

GR CH JESSIE ROD'S MIDNIGHT (5XW) POR

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It was a hot day and we started a 10-mile run. To my amazement, Midnight was the only one that stayed right behind the truck the whole way, not allowing any dog to pass him up. If they tried, he would grab them and knock them down then continue to follow the truck. After seeing this beautiful black pup with all that stamina, I tried everything I could to acquire him and, luckily, I succeeded. Raising Midnight was an experience. By the time he was 8 months old, he must have caught and killed a couple of dozen cats, making him very unpopular with my neighbours since I lived in the city. At 8 months old, I rolled him with a 3-time winner I had by the name of Halfdead (Bullet), and he started right up. About a month later, I rolled him with a dog a friend had called Spike who was a very tough dog. For 15, they swapped everything and at the end, Midnight scratched hard. At 9 months, I decided to do Midnight against Pocono’s Bruce. Midnight weighed 39 lbs. and Bruce was 38 lbs. This was a good fight for Midnight as he learned a few things from Bruce. Midnight stopped him at 40. I decided to match him against a dog that Havana Chico and T. Russo owned together by the name of Groucho, who was said to be a game dog. We signed at 38 pounds. This fight started with Groucho fighting the head and Midnight on the chest. Groucho tried but could not hold Midnight out. By 30, Midnight was working on a down dog; with no chance of winning, Chico picked up Groucho and gave a very game scratch, making Midnight the winner in 42. A couple of months later while talking to Indian Sonny and telling him that I doubted the quality of Midnight’s opponents, he told me that he had a littermate brother to Midnight that would bite his head off, meaning to me that he liked him.

I decided to go to California. When we rolled Midnight and Clancy (later known as Abraham’s Headache), Midnight got right into his chest not giving him a chance to do much of anything and in 35 to 40, Clancy gave a very, very game scratch, convincing me of Midnight’s quality. The second match I went into Bob Pitt’s lxw Leroy at 38 lbs. Leroy was a matured dog weighing in at 38 lbs., also defeating a good dog, Ashton’s Icepick, in 1:48. Midnight was a young dog (13 months old) weighing in at 37lbs. This was one of Midnight’s better fights. Both dogs meeting hard in the center of the pit. Midnight would go in Leroy’s chest and drive him across the pit, slamming him against the wall and punishing him hard. But Leroy would just hang in there, nothing really working against Midnight’s style of fighting. At 1:20, Bob finally picked Leroy up, making Midnight the winner.

INDIAN PISTOL POR
After this win it was pretty hard finding another 38 lb. dog for Midnight, but while visiting a friend down south, I met a couple of guys from Georgia named Dobbins and Robertson. They had a 38 lb. dog by the name of Panda Bear and we were on in 8 weeks. On fight day, both dogs were on weight and when we released them, they both grabbed chest holds. As Midnight tried to work his hold, Panda shook him out and Midnight lost his hold. Many people there saw this and started betting against Midnight, but it only lasted a few minutes as Midnight got his hold and never looked back, making Dobbins and Robertson pick Panda Bear up in :30, also making a game scratch. While speaking to another good friend of mine, V. Camp, he told me that he had a 39 lb. dog that he would like to try against Midnight.
We set Midnight down against Camp’s Joey Boots. Midnight came out storming and after 20 min, I told Camp if he would like to scratch to continue, which he accepted, and Joey came across with Midnight biting him hard in the center. At this point, Joey was taking a pounding, so Camp picked him up at 29 min. and Joey would not courtesy scratch. Midnight courtesy scratched like always. Bandwagon’s CH Rusty Hooks was sired by Jerry Matlocks CH Truck, a pure Corvino dog. He was whelped by Bandwagon’s Kay. Kay was a Gr. CH. Boomerang bitch. Rusty had defeated the best dogs in the Mid-West. At the time Ch. Midnight had defeated some of the best dogs on the East Coast. Included in these wins were the Havana Boy’s, Bob Pitts and a Vinnie Champion dog. Getting him a GR CH match was almost impossible in the North East. I had heard of Rusty and they had heard of Midnight, and before long I received a call from Bandwagon. Let me say this man and his dogs had some reputation. We agreed to 39lbs and it would be in my part of the country. Now the conditioning begins! I decided on a two week pre-keep. We were going to work hard. My instincts told me I needed it because I chose an eight week keep consisting of spring pole work, swimming, hand walking 15 miles a day and peaking out at two hours on the slat mill. Midnight was a workaholic. I had to be careful and not let him over work himself because he would.
The day of the show I chose Havana Chico as my second, he’s a great dog man and has an exceptional eye.
Most importantly I knew he would be there for me ‘til the end. Everyone with the exception of a few friends was betting on Rusty to win and I covered as many bets as I could. The dogs were released and immediately they swapped shoulder holds. At twenty minutes I called a turn and a handle was made. To my surprise when I got Midnight in my corner I realized he had lost his front end. My corner man gave me the encouragement I needed and then Rusty came hard. We took turns scratching for about an hour. Rusty was destroying my dogs’ front end. He was without a doubt the hardest biting dog I had seen in twenty years. All I could do was stay with Midnight and try to get him from the bottom and to his feet. We were fighting on defence. At the one and a half hour mark Midnight got to his feet and drove Rusty to the pit wall digging in his throat. How we were on offence. It was the first time we saw weakness in our opponent.
Midnight was scratching across the pit at full speed bouncing off his front end. Full blast!! After a few scratches into his chest Rusty finally slowed down. At one hour and fifty minutes Rusty took the count. I asked for a courtesy and Midnight scratched just as hard as his first only bouncing off his chest. These two fine athletes had to meet and only one could be the winner. Thank God it was me. I will always thank Bandwagon for their courtesy, good manners and making a good show! I would like to thank Indian Sonny for allowing me to own a truly great dog.

Forever-So REAL · Nov 24, 2019

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F.W.K. · Nov 24, 2019

Delta's littermate Milkman's Ch Stallone defeated 3 Ch. before he lost vs Vietnam's Ch.Spike.

Vietnam's Ch Spike 4xw

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AGK · Nov 25, 2019

BLACKROCKS KENNELS NAZI AKA MARQUEZ
1xW B.I.S.

Nazi BIS is the gamest SOB many Dogman have ever seen, and he can give it back as well to the hogs(rip), dead game still breathing as close as you can get. Went hunting vs a nasty face breaking hog and took it there for over 2 hours, his scratches got harder and harder, more determined when others would have quit, nobody could believe it, 40 year vets included. Much of the credit goes to Joyero as a master conditioner, going from sea level to the show at altitude higher than Denver, this is a huge factor in the left lane.
Even as he is today, he's still the most energetic and willing to work. He earned the right to breed to GRCH Cheyenne, the 14 month prospects are something special, from a cannibalistic litter as pups, to today as gut and genital monster hog catchers a la Cheyenne with Nazi's pep, very bad intentions. We don't care how he's bred, we go with performance and know you can't believe more than half of these animals peds(not saying he isn't bred that way), so for us it starts with him like all the other hounds we have we didn't breed. Well, it's not like Nazi didn't do any damage, the other hog was rip. He was schooled with real destroyers like Chacalito 2xw, CH Cuco and Papirrin, he was smart and could hold his own, good mouth as well. But styles make the hunt.
We took Ch Cinch into the much feared and ducked Johny Cash 2xw, Cinch controlled him and stayed out of trouble for over 2 hours. Cinch could break legs and shoulders like toothpicks but Cash could kill you with one hold. IMO anyone else but Joyero conditions Cinch and he loses, they were both game as hell, too bad they had to meet, but cinch had the style and conditioning for Cash that day. Nazi was in Mexicos best animal hospital for over a month, rejected implants, many surgeries etc. Never got down once, vets never seen anything like it, wanted to put him down from day 1. It cost a lot more than we won in 2 hunts that day, including air fair, hotel and celebration, lol.
ONE EXTREMELY GAME DOG. NAZI WENT OVER TWO HOURS WITHOUT A FACE AND NEVER MADE A BAD SIGN SHOWING THE LEVEL OF GAMENESS FEW DOGS EVER WILL. CONGRATULATIONS TO BLACKROCKS FOR A JOB WELL DONE.
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sunbeam · Nov 25, 2019

brutal contest. well done on saving that warrior. i would not like to watch him eat though :-)

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