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INTERVIEW WITH OZZIE STEVENS
See a lot of guys are big name because other people build their name up or whatever. People who don�t fight dogs, they do all kinds of build up on certain people. Their idols, and they might come up with this and this one tells that one and they come up with a big story. The way I look at it, because a guy wins all kinds of fights on one end of town or one state and another guy wins the same amount of fights somewhere else. The difference is, who did you match into? Some kind of amateurs that was easy to beat? Because I know some of the biggest guys that have done some dirty work. Matched into dogs that previously lost� You know, but if I say stuff Fat Bill would put it right in there! He should know himself.
A lot of different dog men, the dummies in the dog game now, they hear these names and they think these guys were great dog men. They never fought a dog in their life. Never did nothing. Some guys that sold dogs for big, big money. I sold Troll to Castillo for $1,500. He sold it to the Germans for $8,000. He certainly didn�t need any money. He had a big job with Ford. He was a 20 year man with Ford. He didn�t work in the factory; he had like a foreman type job. He was up there. His (Castillo) first fight he lost. Then after that he got a good bitch, and I gave him a lot of tips on c
onditioning and he won three times with the bitch. That�s all he ever did (Castillo). He had four fights. A lot of guys, they hear these names plastered everywhere. Jack Kelly plastered everything. Whoever was his friend, you got big recognition. I matched into Jack Kelly in New York. Jack Kelly, the editor of the magazine he was just starting out. I�m trying to think what year that was. 76? Yeah, 1976. He called me on to come to New York. So I drove up there with Bryan. Bryan, who had Snake JR., Big Brad, Big Brad had Red Danger and he is the one that brought Angus here. Big Brad brought Angus from California then he ended up selling him to Billy Stepp. Now uh, thinking back. Brad and Bryan went with me. We had a camper on a pickup truck. So we drove up to New York City. I get there, and I agreed to meet Jack Kelly. So we are going to fight on Sunday morning and this was Saturday. So we call him, tell him where we were. Tell him to pick us up and take us to the construction site. Pulled the truck with the camper inside the construction site, it�s all big 10 foot high cyclone fence. Pulled inside of there and he just locked us in there. We had food in the camper, we had water. We had everything you needed. So, when I met him he said �Let me see your dog.� We had 31 lb females. He looked and he laughed when I brought the dog out. He said, �That little bitch, I�m gonna kill your little bitch tomorrow!� And he was sure he was gonna do that. So, he rolls his bitch but Jack Kelly was a bullshitter and a dreamer. To me, he was no dog man. He just could write magazines and bullshit. The morning came, right in that place where we were locked in, he had all his people or all his friends came or whatever. He had gone to Georgia, he was still living in New York but he was planning on going to live in Georgia later when retired because he was a cop up there. Now, he wanted a terrible, terrible dog. The guy who was winning all the fights all the time was Andre Giroux. But Andre rolled his dogs so much that they would stay in hold on you; they would lock on your face and stay there.
They were on your dogs face, the side of your dogs� cheek; well your dog couldn�t bite him. It makes the dog panic, he�d wear himself out trying to get loose and when they are all worn out your dog can beat the shit out of him. That�s the way Andre�s dogs beat everybody. Kelly, instead of buying a dog directly from Andre, he takes one of his own bitches and he breeds it to Andre�s dog. He ended up with a terrible hard biting bitch. So he rolled her and she just destroyed everything, 1-2-3. She�d just bite them down and if they didn�t take her off, she�d kill them. Anyway, he had that trophy knife made down in Georgia. He had that trophy knife made by a knife maker. So that was the trophy, the bowie knife. I forget who was the referee. It wasn�t Andre, but Andre was his corner man. We�re in his territory so he�s figured he�s got it made for sure. He figures I didn�t have a chance. So the dogs are released and by three minutes, my bitch is bloodied up. Arteries hit in each ankle. That bitch went to the ankles and bit deep enough where the bloods pouring out of mine. So he hurt mine good within three minutes, but in my situation, most of my dogs would go to your face. Go to your nose or whatever. All my dogs could bite, just like his could bite. Only thing is, my dogs could bite and they were game. My bitch bit his on the nose, grabbed her nose and bit down terrible and his bitch starts screaming. Mine got a grip on the nose and just smashed that nose and lip and the whole bit. His bitch was screaming and couldn�t get loose, so mine just shook her out and had her screaming good. Let go and shot into her shoulder, took a big chunk out of her shoulder, went into her backend and starts shaking her like a rag doll all over the pit. Kelly�s dog had big fangs, snapped in my dogs face, broke loose and tried to run. Tried to jump the pit. My bitch grabbed her by the tail and pulled her back in. Slammed her down and Kelly of course calls a turn and gets a handle on his bitch. Thinks he can get her to scratch, so he goes and this is why he hated me from that day on. He was jealous as a bastard. Anything that I had to do with and the dog was sold to somebody else, there was no mention that I even ever owned that dog. Oh shit, Bulldog Heavens Geraldine, Sextons Bubbles� BULLSHIT! Bubbles was the mother of Virgil, did he breed Virgil? I don�t think so! Bulldog Heavens Geraldine. I sold that dog to them after she got older. I did the breedings, I bred all kinds of god damn Champions and I had ROM bitches. I had them for years. But Jack Kelly, would never let that ever show. Because of what I did to him that day. He invited people. From all different states, from the south, from New England, from Chicago and bragging to everybody ahead of time what he�s gonna do to my bitch. He�s killing her. He was sure. When I put a hurtin on his dog, the nose and the rest of the things I did to her she curred out and tried to jump the pit and my bitch grabbed her tail pulled her back in. He gets her in the corner and he thinks he can get her to scratch. Whatever he was hoping for, he was hoping for a miracle because he was embarrassed he invited all those people. Referee said OK, 25 seconds face your dogs; 5 seconds more release your bitch. He took his hands off her, and he was holding her to face my bitch and she didn�t even want to look at my bitch. When he let go of her, she turned around and ran between his legs and was clawing at the corner of the pit trying to get out of there. He never forgot that ever (laughs).
HOW DID YOU GET STARTED IN THE DOGS?
I had a friend who got Hetricks yard. Hetricks yard was in North East and they were old and they got real old and they either gave him the dogs or got very few dollars because he didn�t have nothing. A guy named, J. Whitsell. He was in a suburb of Pittsburgh so he took the whole yard of Hetricks. So he got about 35 dogs. Well, he didn�t have anywhere to put them. So he leased this property where he was going to have a summer camp for kids and in the winter he stuck all the dogs there. And when his friends came he had to move them all. Which he ended up doing and then he just started selling them off trying to make money off of them and he didn�t know what he had there you know. He was a terrible dog keeper, eventually he got out of the dogs. He got into trouble and got out of the dogs. But uh, that�s how I got started. Then I got introduced to Jack Kelly and Komosinski though him.
I seen Jack Kelly fight at Walter Komosinskis�. Komosinski had conventions up there. Komosinski had guys coming from Florida who had dogs directly off of Maurice Carver and of course they won. Walter lived in Tarentum. 25 miles north of Pittsburgh. Walter of course was an old time dog man. He had the foreign attitude. The way everybody looked at things in America, he didn�t look at it that way. He just, totally different.
CH HOMER: Homer was a hard biting dog, Homers first fight was 44 lbs against Frank Bunce of Michigan. Frank�s dog was called �Black Jack� and was said to be a four time winner. �Black Jack� came from the Carolinas. When released, Homer over powered Black Jack, and got into the stifles. Homer showed terrible mouth, Black Jack was unable to scratch at forty minutes. Black Jack died on the way home.
Match #2. The match was originally between the Bishop Brothers and Ziggy from Canada. The Bishops lived in Buffalo, NY, so they were close to Canada. The Bishops had trouble with their dog and contacted me to bring Homer instead of their dog. This was four weeks in front of the match. I drove to Canada, and the fight took place in Ziggy�s cellar. Ziggy was using a son of Tombstone, CH Savage. Andre Giroux and several of the French Canadians were there. When the dogs were released, it didn�t take very long for Homer to cripple CH Savage. At the 13 minute mark, CH Savage couldn�t push himself off the floor. Both shoulders and both stifles were gone. Ziggy conceded at thirty nine minutes and CH Savage crawled on his belly like a snake to complete a scratch. CH Savage died one hour later.
Match #3 � This was at a convention, and it was against the oldtimer Clyde Mason. His dog was called �Thumper� and he had a good reputation. They drove from Missouri to Pennsylvania so they must have had a lot of confidence in their dog. He was conditioned and handled by Ray Carter. Attending this convention was Dave Adams of GR CH Zebo and GR CH Art fame. Also there was Jack Kelly, editor of the Sporting Dog Journal and Ralph Greenwood all the way from Salt Lake City, Utah. In this match Thumper showed to be conditioned to perfection, and had such great balance that Homer could not throw him to the mat. Thumper was very effective at holding Homer out. He stayed on Homer�s head, and was very strong. Somewhere around thirty-five minutes, Homer seen he couldn�t get to the stifle, so he switched his style and went to the head. He got a good hold on Thumpers lower jaw and he broke it. That was the crucial point of the match. Thumper could not hold Homer out. Now Homer went in for the kill. He was doing terrible damage to Thumpers stifles and between his legs. There was a handle made with Thumper to scratch. He fell in his corner and was counted out at 52 minutes. He died forty five minutes later. Judges voted Homer �Best in Show�. In that same convention, I won �Best of Opposite Sex� with CH Tammy (she was GR CH Vigil�s grandmother). Also winning that night was CH Rastus. I had been winning 98% of his fights for quite a while. Clyde Mason supposed to be the old time southern gentlemen or whatever you want to call him. He was not that. He was crying like a baby. I mean he wasn�t really crying tears, but he was bitching, he was, he just couldn�t believe that his dog got beat because his dog kicked ass everywhere. He had a bad attitude about it.
After the third fight, a lot of guys were jealous because they couldn�t win all the time. So a bunch of guys got together, and they had this one black guy in Pittsburgh. He had GR CH Mickey. A lot of guys, they�re all jealous. There�s no way you can go out and win fights forever and have everybody be your friend. They�re gonna all be jealous. They can�t win, and they are going say �How the hell can you do it?� You have to have the dogs, and you have to be the man! The dog is only as good as the man behind him. You go to convention after convention and you win all the fights and you win the trophies every single time, ha, you think they ain�t gonna be jealous or what!?
About a year later, a combine formed to beat me, they were Ralph Livingston, Big Brad of Red Danger fame, Lonny Woodberry who owned GR CH Mickey and Tony Wolfe who was the owner of CH Saloon, a four time winner. The combine was using a dog called Bear and he looked bigger than CH Homer. This fight was at forty five lbs. This Bear dog was sired by Livingston�s CH Freddie who was a littermate to CH Homer. I accepted this challenge even though I couldn�t work Homer as good as I did previous, due to my wife suffering from Leukemia. During the keep, I missed many days taking care of my wife.
On the day of the fight, I told my opponents, I only had three good weeks of work in him but he was fed good for six weeks. The dogs were weighed and brought into the pit. Both weighed 45 lbs. The bear dog started out ahead in the fight and remained there for 16 minutes or more. Cutting up Homer�s legs. Then CH Homer started biting hard and coming back. I talked to him urging him on to hurt Bear. In a short while Bear went down and Ch Homer was biting big holes in the stifles and between the legs. Ch Homer continued to punish Bear and Bear was screaming. The combine conceded at forty four minutes. Bear died that night.
I was inactive for about a year. When Big Brad came to my house, he said he was sent to borrow CH Homer. They want to take him out for his fifth time. My family objected and they let me know how they felt about loaning CH Homer out.
Brad continued to visit trying to convince me to let them take CH Homer. Finally, I relented and let Brad take CH Homer. I was under the impression that Jim Stinson would work CH Homer and that he would go at 45 lbs. Stinson always worked Billy Stepps� dogs for most all of his fights. Why not this time? In fact, Billy Stepp himself would work CH Homer. Why? Most everyone in the dog game never heard of Billy Stepp working a dog before. Stepp never, ever, handled a dog in the pit. He was known as a gambler. I didn�t know until three weeks before the fight that CH Homer was going into �Jeep�. I was really upset that CH Homer was going at 42lbs. Now that CH Homer was five years old, I felt he should fight at 45lbs.
Big Brad and I arrived in Georgia on Saturday morning. The fight was to be Saturday night. Brad and I went to Stepps� motel room. The first words Billy Stepp said to me were, �Did you ever have trouble with Homer drying out before?� To which I replied �NO!�
Billy Stepp said that he worked Homer and drove from Dayton, Ohio to Southern Georgia. Homer dehydrated and when he arrived in Georgia and Stepp weighed him, Homer�s weight plummeted down to 40 1/2 lbs (this was Thursday). Stepp said he then gave Homer a bucket of water. Homer drank one and one half buckets of water from Thursday to Saturday. Stepp felt he would be OK.
All the mistakes they made up till now were stacking the deck against Homer. Don�t you think they should have given and I.V. or some drink with electrolytes in it? After all does regular water have electrolytes in it? Once you dog dehydrates and you take him to the vets, would they give him water out of the faucet? I don�t think so!
Homer needed an I.V. He needed electrolytes. They give babies Pedialtye don�t they? Why didn�t they give Homer Pedialyte? Do you know why? Because they didn�t know what they were doing. No previous experience.
Butch House from Texas was there before the fight. He said in his opinion Homer was jacked up and it showed in his head. It was sunken in. Butch House said he seen the same thing before in Texas.
On the night of the fight, Billy Stepped picked a friend from Florida to handle. His name was Kenny Sammons. That was another mistake, as Sammons was having a nervous breakdown in the corner as the dogs were facing each other. The referee never said anything. The next thing you know, here comes Jeep wide open, Kenny Sammons was looking to his right talking to someone, outside of the pit. Homers legs were held off the floor then all the spectators yelled to Sammons to �Release your dog!� The yelling scared and startled Sammons and he threw CH Homer out into the pit. Homer hit the floor and his legs buckled and he went down. Before he could get up, Jeep was in his shoulder. Jeep stayed there for 10 minutes. Now it took Homer ten minutes to bite him out. Where was Homers bite? The answer: Left in the gym, due to the mistakes of cutting him below his best weight, and 3 lbs below.
But Why? You will soon find out.
So now from the 10 minute mark on CH Homer had to fight on three legs. Where does that put you in your ability to wrestle? How can you throw your opponent? You are now behind. Yet the longer the fight went, the more determined Homer became and he evened things up. He was so game; he couldn�t realize how bad the odds were stacked against him. The fight went on � and on � and on. Now it was reaching the three hour mark. Crenshaw could feel the pressure. He started feeling he might lose. So he came over to Billy Stepp and asked for a draw. Stepp then asked me, �Should we agree?� I told him �NO!�. The draw was off. Crenshaw was worried that�s why he asked for a draw. Why? Because at the three hour mark Jeep was sitting in a standing position, his tongue was out and he was breathing heavily, and he was out of hold. At this moment in time, CH Homer was in Jeeps stifle, while Jeep paid no attention and was surveying the crowd.
Homer was working away at the three hour mark, shaking out on Jeeps stifle. When he stiffened up and fell over, and he layed stretched out on his side. By now Homer was dying. Fighting this long Homer had to lose some weight. He probably weighed forty lbs or less. So now that Homer fell over and layed on his side not moving, this excited Jeep and he then goes into Homer�s throat. He digs in for a couple minutes, and then comes out of hold, picks up his head, his tongue is out of his mouth, he is breathing heavily. Jeep then makes a sudden right turn, and walks away from a down dog, heading for the pit wall. Crenshaw immediately ran over and grabbed Jeep before he got to the wall. And that was right where I was on that side of the pit. He looked that direction where them people were, and I swear to god almighty, he made a fast walk away from Homer heading toward the pit boards. And I�ve been around, I had 132 fights, I�ve seen a thousand fights. Jeep was going over the pit. My opinion. Like I said, I�ve seen a thousand fights, all big name dogs.
Dogs were handled and taken to their corners. This was somewhere around three hours and fifteen minutes. Sammons was having another nervous breakdown in the corner with Homer. He was very nervous; when the referee said �Face your dogs� Sammons started shaking Homer up and down. This had no purpose what so ever. You are supposed to hold your dog perfectly still. You�re not supposed to call your opponents dog to scratch and by shaking Homer he encouraged Jeep to scratch. That was a crucial mistake. In a long fight 90% of dogs get discouraged. It is very easy for a dog to walk over within a foot of their opponents and get counted out. Sammons should have held Homer still and not moved at all. Anything can happen when the fight goes close to four hours. But anyway Jeep completed his scratch.
Somewhere around three hours and twenty minutes a handle was made, Homer to go. We all thought he was dying when he layed in his side after the three hour mark. Now he has to scratch?
At the referees� command, �Release your Dog�, Sammons let loose and Homer tries to go hard but is on rubber legs. He goes down, does a couple somersaults, head over heels, his backend comes over his head. He is down. He is now facing his own corner. The referee starts counting. Within seconds I push past all the spectators and runs to Homers outside corner. I yelled in to CH Homer, �Get up Homer, Get up Baby �up�up�up�. When CH Homer heard my voice, he began yodeling and whining and he came out of the corner and fell and got back up stumbling and falling, completing an unbelievable game scratch.
Another handle was made and Jeep completed his scratch. Dogs handled again and Homer was unable to go at three hours and 43 minutes. He died 30 minutes later.
I didn�t know and I didn�t find out until one year later from Frank Bunce the story here. The reason Stepp conditioned and the reason his weight was cut to 42lbs was that Billy Stepp had a $10,000 forfeit to fight his 42lb Grand Champion into Jeep. If he didn�t show up with a 42lb dog he would lose the $10,000. When I found out it was 42 lbs I almost fell over dead. You know, when a dogs real young you might keep him down pretty thin weight. However, when he gets older it�s impossible to cut that dog thin like that.
The 42lb Grand Champion was on Jim Stinson�s yard as Stinson had to condition him. Stinson had to go out somewhere and he left the dogs alone for a couple of hours. When he returned home the Grand Champion came walking up to him on a broken chain.
Stinston was shocked that the Grand Champion was not still locked in battle. Did he walk away from one of the other dogs?
Stinson took this Grand Champion over to the other dog who was jumping four feet off the ground. The Grand Champion dug his feet into the dirt and refused to budge. Stinson picked him up and threw him to CH Ruby, Zebo�s daughter. She began chewing him up. The Grand Champion broke loose and ran, this is the dog they had $10,000 forfeit on. But how stupid are they. Stinson�s supposed to be a big dogman, where? Where? To pull a dog, a 45lb down to 42? A lot of brains. No, it�s because Stinson was the cause of them ready to lose the forfeit, the $10,000.
How could they use him (the GR CH) now; he curred out today. That�s why they had to borrow Homer. Being as this dog got loose, Stepp wouldn�t let Homer out of his sight. Do you want to know the Grand Champion that was originally matched into Jeep and curred out in the yard fight? None other than Grand Champion Angus.
If you don�t believe this, then how come Angus disappeared after the Jeep � Homer fight???
CH Homer was bred to only two females, yet made ROM before CH Jeep. Although Jeep was bred to hundreds and hundreds of bitches.
You know I had to pay $50 to get into see the fight? Sure did, the people collecting the gate, they didn�t know me. They couldn�t care less.
Would you have let Big Brad borrow Homer if you had known the amount of weight they were giving up? I�m not that stupid. My dog, I know his best weight. Besides that, he�s five years old. He�s five years old. Use your head. I don�t have to come after somebody, some certain guy. Whether Billy Stepp did or whatever, I don�t know. Oh yeah, they had the thing up there. They had the $10,000 forfiet because Angus was to fight into him and Angus got his ass beat and quit in Alvin, Texas. That�s why Angus disappeared from the scene. Nobody ever told that. Everybody protects all these things with their lies, but that�s what happened. Jeep was about half the dog Homer was. That�s the easiest way to describe it. There�s no way in the world he can be compared. He�s on top and he�s heading for the pit boards. He�s conditioned good, he�s fought before. Of course he�s gonna come out smokin. But if he�d of got hurt in the beginning real bad and if he�d a got bit like Homer did to some of the other ones he�d a changed his mind. Homer beat better dogs than him. Clyde Masons dog was way badder dog than Jeep. And secondly, how�s my dog gonna work in there with some guy who don�t know what he�s doing. He aint talking to the dog or nothing. The guy handling was lost.
Did you ever let anyone borrow and of your dogs after letting Homer out? No, Nope! My family didn�t want me to do that no kind of way anyway. They didn�t want me to do that. But when I won four times, I figured so can they. But you don�t do that shit. They had to. They couldn�t change the weight. They had $10,000 riding. What were they gonna do? But they didn�t tell me. Nobody told me. They never told me afterwards. I heard a year after the fight, from Frank Bunce. He said I was talking to Stinson, cause he was buying dogs from Stinson and had been talking to Stinson. He said and Stinson told him how it happened. Then he told me, it was one year after. There was many things that happened in the dog game that they covered over and hid.
CH RASTUS: Looking at all the dogs, I had more than one good dog here. Rastus. I got Rastus from Pat Patrick. Some guy bought a dog from Maurice Carver, he won. He beat some Champion in Tennessee; beat some other guys, he was positive to win. I hit an artery in his shoulder, and the blood shot. Frank Bunce was there. It shot about 4 feet. The blood shot and it made a big noise when I hit this, this white dog right from Maurice Carver. These guys knew Dave Adams and they matched into me. They paid $5,000 for this dog. They might have kicked ass before, it wasn�t there day though. That dog Rastus, he was a Champion dog. He took that dog out, he took out that shoulder and weakened him and then he went into the throat. People are stupid. I told them, I says �You better give up right now, just go ahead and save your dog.� He wouldn�t do it. Wouldn�t do it. He was cocky. Cocky assholes. Just real cocky. So I just went ahead and just, I was there to win and that�s it. I try to help you, and you don�t want help. So, then he says, �I got no money to get home!� I says, �Well, tough shit. I tried to help you before. You didn�t want any help.�
GR CH VIRGIL: Virgil, I went in a convention. Somebody named Chickaman put it on. Now the Chickaman was the only son. He was a miner. His dad spoiled him. He gets in the dogs and he thinks he�s better than everybody. It�s just his attitude. It�s the way his dad brought him up. So I�m talking to him on the phone to come to this convention with Virgil. I�m gonna match into one of the dogs that was the littermate to that GR CH Mikey and GR CH Trouble. They�re littermates. There was another one, and his name was CH Elmo. Well he just killed somebodys dog in thirty minutes. So, they called me on. So I�m in this fight. They told me don�t bring you�re scales we ain�t gonna let you use them. We�re going to use a balance scale because they bought the one off of Walter Komosinski. He had one of them old fashioned ones, balance ones where you put the weight hooks on. I had four scales and I had one scale that cost a lot of money. About a $200 scale, real good scale. All brass and everything. Really good. So I knew my dog was on the weight because I had more than one scale to make sure, I didn�t want to make no mistakes. And I had a test weight. The Chickaman, he said not to bring your scales so I didn�t. I got there, he fights first. He�s such an asshole, that he goes and he fights a female. Females are never fought first. Never. He did. That�s how much of an idiot he was. Then I go to fight, you know, the second fight. I�m gonna go to weigh my dog to show he�s on the weight. He took the scale and he didn�t bring it. What�s this shit!? You tell me not to bring it, now you don�t have it. What a young Jack off! Where he�s coming from� He�s just a young asshole! I weigh Virgil, he�s trying to tell me I�m 2 ½ lbs light. I says, �I was never 2 ½ lbs light in my life of matching dogs. Now I guess the guy I�m into, he�s right on the weight too?� It�s a black guy, got some killing dog. Big black son of a bitch. He weighs, he�s on the weight and I�m 2 ½ lbs light. I says, �No, your 2 ½ lbs over is what it is. Where�s your test weight and your garbage scale?� He says, �Oh, I got a dumbbell.� I says, �Stick that dumbbell up your ass. Yins are trying to cheat me. Go get your dog, you got 2 ½ lbs on me, but go get your dog.� He gets his dog and his dog barnstorms and hits two arteries in Virgil. I�m thinking, boy this son of a bitch can bite. He�s got one bubble in his muzzle and one in his shoulder. Hit artiereis on him. He gets Virgil down for about 8 minutes. I just stand over Virgil and just start talking to him. I tell him, �Get up out of there. Get up out Virgil! Up, up, up!� Virgil bit him in the chest from the bottom, and struggled to get to his feet. When Virgil righted himself and got on his feet, he still had that dogs chest in his mouth. He pressed that dog over his head. The dogs front legs fell over Virgils back, the dogs rear legs were suspended in mid-air. He didn�t have one foot on the floor. So Virgil pressed him over his head, he dropped over Virgils back, the back legs suspended in mid-air. Virgil then slammed him to the floor. Before he could get up, Virgil ran on him real quick and he bit him around the chest or belly or whatever, and he starts running across the floor with him. Like a sweeper. You know, just driving with both back legs and he had big massive stifles. He�s running with this dog in his mouth, and this dog couldn�t get lose. He slid him all the way across the floor until he hit the pit boards. As soon as he hit the pit boards, he let go of where he was at and he went right into the kidneys. He bit through the kidney and then he lifted his lips. He curled his lips back where you could see his gums. You could see big long fangs that Virgil had. You could see all that gum and big long fangs. He pulled them out of the kidney, and then he drove them back in. You could see the fangs go right in the dogs kidney, all the way up to the gum line and he did that three times. That dog stretched out stiff and that was the end of him. It was 30 minutes. That was a brother to two Grand Champions. He bit the dust like all the other ones did too. See, the thing to me; Crenshaw can say what he wants, STP can say what he wants, so could the rest of them. But everybody came against me, got killed. Did they kill everybody? (Laughs)
CH WILEY: Now Wiley was one fantastic dog. I had Wiley and I rolled him when he was 14 months old against his brother and his brother was equal like him. I thought, I never seen a dog at 14 months old that could battle like that. I�ve never seen dogs at 14 months that could fight like that. So, Wileys grandfather was Cholly Boys brother. What happened in his fight, this guy calls me from Detroit. Some white guy. Bud Carpenter, he calls me and he wants me to come in at 37. I says, �I don�t have no dog 37 except my 14 month old dog. I ain�t bringing my dog like that up there.� In fact, by the time he called me he was 15 months old. He said, �That�s what they want, 37 lbs.� I said, �Well, I�m not bringing that dog, I�ll bring other dogs. I have other dogs that�s old enough. Three years old, four years old. You know, 43, 45 shit like that.� He said, �No we want the 37.� I says, �No, I can�t bring him cause he�s too young.� So he keeps calling me back. He�s an old white haired guy. He said, �The other guy out there, his dogs only 18 months old.� I said, �Well if he�s 18 months old, then I got faith in this dog cause this is one bad son of a bitch. I�ll bring him.� When I got there, of course those dirty bastards; now why would this old guy, I mean he was old. If he was 75 or whatever he was, he aged big time. He was old! Why would he do it? I didn�t see no connection why would want to do it. Here�s a dog I�m going into is going into his championship. And it�s double Carvers Stompanoto. He�s a bad dog. Larry Kipton. Black guy. The dogs name was Pee Wee. All black. And Wiley was all black. Wiley�s conditioned really perfect and he�s all gun-ho to go. He�s real young and he�s whacked out of his mind to battle and he�s pointed to the day and exact minute of the fight he�s ready to get in there and get it on right now. He can�t wait to get it on. We get in there and he rushes into the dog, tries to put it on him. The other dog goes to the face and is holding him out. So they go back and forth on the face holding each other. And even though he was young, he was 17 months old. I took him in the fight at 17 months old, which was awfully young to take a dog going into a dog going for his championship. But, he didn�t know. What�s he know? He didn�t know nothing about it. What he does, he breaks loose from the head holds, drops low and that dog shot over his head, and he went straight up and hit him in the throat. He bit hard into the throat and he start rooting in and lifting him. He�s lifting his feet about 3 or 4 inches off the ground. He was ramming him and lifting him up, lifting him off the floor. Next thing you know, blood shoots out everywhere. Bloods pouring on the floor. He won�t come out of the throat, the first fight he stayed there, wouldn�t come out. Would not come out at all. Dogs backend starts shaking, he got weak and all he could, his eyes would look at the crowd, but he couldn�t do nothing because Wiley still had his throat. Had him right by the throat and he punctured through his jugular vein. He bit through his jugular vein. So, his backend starts shaking, finally he�s sitting down. Then he laid down, and then Wiley�s just working him over going deeper in the throat and they threw in the towel at 22 minutes. Their dog died anyway in 30. There�s a 17 month old dog that did that. Then I beat Captain America and then I beat some other guy. His last name was Sonnier. Like a French name. He had a good dog, but he had to pick him up. Because that dog was just taking him apart. When I beat Captain America, with a brother to GR CH King Arthur I beat him with Wiley. You know, it�s the idea. You�re just fortunate enough to get the right dogs.
CH ZERO: If Jeep would have come in against this dog, and this dog, he could of fought at Jeeps weight. Zero. Jeep would have ran out of there in 30 minutes. This Zero would have beat him so bad, that he would have ran for his life. Zero was a high pressure dog. The way he got you, I don�t care if you won 17 fights. When he�s in the corner and you�re getting released to come to fight. What you think he�s gonna do, is meet you in the middle of the pit, you�re gonna start fighting huh? Well you better think again bud, cause he�s figuring how to cripple you before you start in the first seconds. I took one fight, I went to Kentucky. Ken Allen took the fight. He takes the fight and asks me to bring Zero. I traveled down there and there was all these blacks waving $100 bills. They�re all smiling with their gold teeth waving $100 bills. I release Zero, when they reached the center of the pit, the dog reached for Zero, and Zero threw himself on his back. The dog shot over his head, and he reached up and grabbed his joint. And he bit him threw the belly. He pierced his bladder. Within seconds he come off the bottom and slammed that dog and put him on the bottom and I looked down and I see the pee running out his belly. And we�re talking three seconds, he punctured his bladder. (Laughs) So how do you fight a dog like that? I fought somebody else; let�s see what I did to them. I pulled him too thin and I beat a dog, the guy was so mad that I took his dog, and beat him to where he couldn�t scratch. He wanted to shoot him. But the dog was incapacitated so bad he couldn�t do nothing. So I said leave him here, so I kept him around for a roll dog. I start rolling him, the dog was so good I matched and beat somebody. I beat Bunce or somebody. Then I beat somebody else, then I sold him to a friend and he won again. Dog had ability, bite, enough gameness, whether he got counted out the first time, whatever, he was too young, he never made any bad moves after that. That was a dog called CJ. Mike Sogans CJ. I matched into a dog Texas Ron had and he just killed somebody. He just matched a couple months before in a convention and he went into the kidneys and killed a dog. So everybody is afraid of him and Rocco calls me and tells me, �Oh, Texas Ron is saying everybody�s afraid to match into him.� That�s because he called Rocco on and Rocco didn�t want to fight him. Rocco was afraid. So Rocco tried to shove it to me so I�d take him out of the way. So he wouldn�t be after him or embarrass him or whatever. I agree to go and fight in Texas Ron�s cellar. Right in his house. This dog is a pretty rough dog they got and you know; he just killed a dog. We release the dogs, and they are running across to meet each other. They come right at each other, at the last second Zero jumped to the side; that dog went past him. But he whipped and he grabs his nose. Zero bit his nose, took a hold of it but he was running so fast he kept going. He went right past with his nose in Zeros mouth. Zero braced his legs and pulled him back to an abrupt stop. Where his whole body weight slammed against and almost pulled his nose off. He was screaming 5 seconds into the fight. I mean, screaming cause he really got that nose jarred. Zero went to work immediately, starts beating the shit out of him. Went to work in the throat, lifted him off the floor. Kept rootin in the throat, shutting his air off, lifting him off the floor, lifting him off the floor. The initial thing where he threw him off totally was when he side stepped the dog where the dog kept going and he got his nose, and that really got him. He beat him and pressured him and put the pressure on so bad, he went back up for a second and just kept on kept on just pressure, pressure, pressure the worst pressure case you ever want to see in your life the pressure he put on him. Shut his air off like the other dog thought he was gonna die. That dogs name was Evil. And he thought he was gonna die because Zero kept shutting his air off. He tried to jump the pit and as he jumped the pit, Zero was so fast, he grabbed his tail and pulled him back in an slammed him on the floor and went in his throat and a quick flurry in the throat and he busted up everything in his throat good. The dog had to scratch, couldn�t do it, wouldn�t do it. It was about 44 minutes. Zero was Virgils littermate brother. He was a hell of dog.
ZERA 2X: And I had a daughter out of him (Zero) that I killed a dog in 25 min down in Kentucky. I went down there and this guy was the dirtiest, lousiest guy I ever seen in my life. Just a low life, never been anywhere where he could ever say he was a gentlemen. He probably don�t have anybody in his family that are gentlemen or ladies, you know because he�s a jack off. He tried everything he could to dirty me out. Cheat me, dirty me. I gave him his reward for the dirty shit that he did before I came to the pit that day. I broke his dogs muzzle. I bit his dog between the eyes with such force that it split the muzzle and both fangs went sideways. Then she come out of there, went in her armpit and bit her in the armpit. His dog was dead. They couldn�t figure out how she�s dead. That was Zera; Zero�s daughter. When she bit her in the arm pit, she broke 4 ribs and punctured her through the heart. That was 25 minutes. My bitch was dragging her around the pit. That guy wouldn�t pick up and the referee wouldn�t say nothing. I wanted to get out of there and everybody was giving me a bunch of shit and how do end the fight. It�s over, your dogs dead. Well, he aint gonna pay me. You know, they�re all on their side so at an hour we�re still there. I says, �Okay, yins are all dirty bastards really trying to cheat me.� Anyway, I scratched to a dead dog, believe it or not. Just to show them. But I gave them a warning. He was holding the dog sideways, I says, �Let me tell ya, I�ve been a gentleman this far. But when I release my bitch and she comes across there. You drop your dog on the floor and my dog hits that wall and breaks her teeth out.� I said, �The next step, I�ll be coming over and I�m going bust all your teeth out.� And he held his dog! (Laughs)
CH CHOLLY BOY: One time, we went to Rhode Island on Captain Americas landfill. Well on a landfill, you�re dumping garbage and rubbish. What does that breed? Trillions of rats. This is Cholly Boys first fight. So he kills Captain Americas dog by one hour, but he won�t let him loose. He will not come out of hold. He dragged him around up until the 2 hour mark. And Captain America would not give up the fight. The referee never even did anything. Everybody tried to cheat me again. I quit talking to him (Cholly Boy) and I just kept moving to where he couldn�t see me so he could wonder what happened to me so he could come out of hold. Otherwise I�d a been there for days. That�s what I did, I just quit talking to him, and finally he come out of hold and wondered where I went, and I grabbed him. Of course, his dog couldn�t scratch. But Captain America, he�s a weasel. He�d let them dogs sit there forever, he hinges to the last second trying to do anything he can to pull it off.
It was about a million rats running around on the ground. We�re in the car, we�re headed to the garage building we�re gonna fight in. Peoples in the pick up truck ahead and they got their feet hanging over the edge of the tailgate. We go, �What the hell�s that?� Something�s moving like a big rug moving. No, it was a rug of rats. They were side by side by the millions all over the ground. It was all moving. There was that many rats! Everybody with me says, �Holy Hell, I can�t believe what we�re looking at!�
OLD CHARLIE: He was cold. A lot of people say they would never breed to a cold dog. Depends who his parents were. If you inherit some genes from him, what do you think you�re gonna get from his parents? And that was Homer and Gearldine. Both ROM�s. People can say all they want. Did they breed all the Champions and Grand Champions I did?
Favorite Dogs: I would put Cholly Boy up there. Virgil was a killing dog; all power. Cholly Boy was a smart dog. Cholly Boy didn�t go out there and try to kill you. Although at some times, he put it on you. He hit an artery on STPs Revenge. And STP said Revenge was going to be a 6 or 7 time winner. And he probably would have been. But what I did to him, I made a total fool out of that dog. Cholly Boy took him to school to teach him what you do. They threw in the towel. He (Revenge) chased for over an hour, couldn�t get a bite. I never gave Cholly Boy penicillin after the fight. Too smart, he stayed right out of his way.
CRENSHAW & STP: Here�s where I put it, Crenshaw and STP. They had the most fights and they were the most well known guys and they weren�t easy to beat, you know, for most people. But for me, I couldn�t care less; because I had killing dogs that were game. And at anytime, they could hold them out for a while maybe, but eventually I�m gonna get you. And my dogs wont� run out of air. Most of my fights that I�ve been in you won�t see my dogs tongue ever out of his mouth. I went against devastating dogs that could bite your dogs� leg right off. I had my dogs go so deep into their ear and bite and hit that nerve in there. You know the toughest dogs in the world, I had my dogs go right in his ear and deep down in his ear and hit that nerve. They start growling and then crying and growling and crying and back and forth and they wanted out of there and I wouldn�t let my dog off their ear. I punished them so severely by the time they had a scratch, they are going to stay in the corner and they don�t want no more. Or I had dogs go on the nose, because a dog can take punishment in the body, he won�t take it in the nose. I had a bad battle before; I went into TKO kennels, from New York. Everybody says, oh you�re in trouble. They got a killer back end dog. Never been bit in the nose. She took my bitches shoulder out. First five minutes of the match. Then she went back and tried to do it again, and my bitch was sore there, mine grabbed her by the nose. And when she bit her in the nose, her tusk went inside her lip. Up in the gum and lip, all the way, cause she could bite hard. The fangs come down on top of the muzzle. That bitch might have been going for her championship, but she was screaming bloody murder and then once she did that, that�s a signal to my bitch to really put it on her. Which she starts whipping her and shaking her. I told them, TKO, I can see it right in front of me right now, you better pick your dog up at 30 minutes. They wouldn�t say yes, no, boo, they wouldn�t answer. I said, �Well I�m here for business and this is business and this is the way it goes.� So I talk to my bitch and I tell her to really, really put it on her bad. So I think they let it go another 10-12 minutes and then they threw in the towel. I helped them try to save their dog but she died anyway. Dog died right there.
Crenshaw and STP, I�ll put them up there, you know the highest because they�re the most well known guys. I�ll give them both credit for that. Now as far as Crenshaw and STP, their well known and they had a lot of fights. But all the dogs that I had, if they�d of come into them they�d a got their dogs killed. That�s it. Snake Jr bit a dog one time, one bite in the shoulder. You think a dog could go into shock and die from a shoulder bite? He did. He did, he did. Now my friend Bryan, he was a good close right hand man. He was a Vietnam Marine and he was a hard core son of a bitch. Real hard core guy. So I gave him Snake JR and he pulls him way down below his weight. But he was a biter, really a biter. So he had took the bottom for 16 minutes and I look at my watch and I say, �Oh Jeez, Bryan you really screwed up.� This dog that he was against, he won two fights. He was going for his championship. He had Snake down on the bottom and Dave Adams friends were there. Snake from the bottom reached up and grabbed his shoulder. He was down, getting shook all over the pit for 16 minutes, he reached up, grabbed the shoulder and he just calmly didn�t do nothing, he just paced himself till he got his head together cause he got shook up so bad he didn�t know what state he was in he was shook up so bad. So he hung on to that shoulder. Slowly he got back on his feet. Now he�s standing up facing that dog, he�s still in the shoulder hold. And he moved his feet back and forth. He set his feet. Cause they bite all the way down, the whole body like that where they can really crunch down, up his back and up his neck and the whole bit. He set his legs and he continued to bite on the shoulder a full bite. And all of a sudden that dog fell straight on the floor, BAM! His chin hit the floor and he stared straight ahead. And he never moved. And everybody says, �How the hell can that be. He�s resting, this, yah, yah, yah�. And another guy says, Dave Adams friends, they said �Hey, look at his eyes, his eyes are all glassy. That dog�s going in shock how the hell can that be�. And all the blacks say �No, no, no�. That dog stayed there and he could not, they wouldn�t pick up and Snake just kept chewing his shoulder. They had to pick up in 30 minutes. So they picked up, and they tried to revive their dog but it wasn�t happening. So Adams guys who bought dogs from him, Sexton and something. Sexton and somebody else. They come over to this dog that Snake just bite his, it�s like he shot him. That�s how hard Snake bit him. And they couldn�t figure out how that could happen from a shoulder bite. So he took his foot and he moved his foot up, like to bend his leg, and then he straighten it out. All the fragments flew out of his shoulder. Of bones, in about 30 pieces fell out. That�s how he shattered the bone. Like pieces of toothpicks, like bone fragments coming out. That�s why he went in instant shock. This is gruesome, gory stuff. Now, but this is what happened, but this is how some dogs could bite. As far as Crenshaw, or STP playing with me, they may as well jump in a cage with some Tigers because look what happened to them.
FRANK BUNCE: Bunce was a really good guy. I sold him dogs and every god damn dog he had a grand champion. He had Grand Champion Arrow and he had a dog called Bum. And Frank was a heavy drinker. He matched in to Rocco�s Hauncho. Up in Detroit, there was 150 people there. He won with Arrow and Arrow was a Komosinski cross mixed with my blood. Bum the same way. Rocco�s dog roughing him up all the way and Bunce was drinking, didn�t work the dog good, over worked him probably so he was weak and screwed up. Rocco would bring a dog in, in good shape. So his dog is kicking Bunce�s dogs� ass. Everybody there thinks and figures it�s over. He�s down; he�s been down the whole fight. This dog called Bum. Bum, he�s determined not to lose. So he got a hold of the ear from the bottom. Rocco�s dog was fine as long as he was ahead. Now Bunces dog grabs his ear and he stays on it. So Rocco�s dog wants to get loose from that ear hold, but he can�t�. So he starts whining. When he starts whining, that encourages Bunces dog to go after him worse. Bunces dog after being on the bottom the whole fight for 20 minutes was never on his feet in 20 minutes, now he stood up. Everybody in the whole crowd, they were all cheering for his dog, 150 people cheering for his dog. He proceeded to kick Rocco�s dogs� ass and Rocco�s dogs crying and making all kinds of noise. Rocco gave up, dog beat him. So every dog I sold him, he won with. And then he won trophies in a lot of them. Best in Show, he won Best in Show with a few of them. And Gamest in Show. Everything he got from me, he won with. Bunce was a real honest guy, he was really square, but he was a drinker. Yeah he was a drinker.
DAVE ADAMS: Dave Adams was a premier dog man. He�d been around way back. He�d been around. They had been in the dogs before me and from down in there part of Cincinnati. They were in the suburbs of Cincinnati, farm country and they were allowed to do whatever they wanted. They did whatever they wanted and they had ended up getting dogs from people. They had the money, they start buying dogs. They bought Double Ot. The Texans start selling dogs. But the Texans they thought that because they were from Texas they were better than everybody else. They sold Double Ot for $2,500 bucks, way back that�s a lot of money, that�s like $5,000 now days. $2,500 bucks for Double Ot, Double Ot had already quit. See how dirty they were. So Adams never looked to see. He never checked the magazine, it was in there. So, he matches into Big Brad. Big Brad got Red Danger. I was there and they were fighting it out. Double Ot was a son of Eli Jr. I believe and one of them rough dogs. Rough ass Eli dogs. Red Danger went to the ear and Double Ot was searching for the stifle. So the fight went on and on and on. Double Ot turned. So this is where David Adams made his mistakes, prior to that he was doing good. Until he starts buying dogs off the Texans. Because they didn�t give him nothing. They shafted him all the way. Where they thought they were so superior to everybody, in their dreams. So what happened, Double Ot made a turn, he was to scratch, so they start scratching. As the fight went on, the referee says �Release your dog.� Double Ot stood in the corner. He starts counting, �One, two, three, four�� then Double Ot came. Next time; Red Danger to come. Red Danger stood there, �One, two, three, four�� then the next time it was up to the five count before they�d come out, then up to seven! And then finally Double Ot quit. But they were both staying in the corner. This is how crazy, bullshit that I�ve seen. Adams was a tough guy to beat. Big Brad matched into Adams several times, beat him every single time. Dave Adams beat everybody else, but he couldn�t beat Big Brad. Outside of that, Freddy Bowling he would fight here and there. He would, you know, get somebody else�s dog usually. Take somebody else�s dog and bring it in.
(Dave Adams) had to humanity. He had no respect for nothing. No dogs. If I�d won, I would not tell the guy, �Oh, he�s gonna die. You have to put him out of his misery.� �Well how do I do that?� �Well, here I�ll give ya an axe.� I mean this is insanity. As far as, this ain�t my idea of dog men. You don�t do that. He�s killing that dog; he�s hitting that dog with an axe in the head. I mean, if you can�t do it right, then don�t do it at all! There was nothing wrong with that dog and he killed him. I could look in the dogs� eyes. It was clear as can be. He just got cut up. He had some big cuts, that�s all. Go get the staple gun, pull him together, staple him. Look, you can have cuts like this and that. That don�t mean nothing, if they�re not deep inside you, nothing there. When I had Virgil and I had them other dogs, and I had Homer. Dave Adams didn�t want no parts of that.
BILLY STEPP: Billy Stepp was a gangster. He had all gangster connections. Mess with him too much, you�ll disappear. As a dog man, he didn�t know nothing. He was a gambler, he was a backer. Many of the guys were; they were the guys that put the money up. Somebody else did the work. Everybody can�t be a dog man. It�s very simple.
STINSON: Stinson he was, he wasn�t the most honest guy in the world. He poisoned his, he had a partner. He was in the asphalt business. King Glover, a black guy. And he matched into King Glover and he poisoned his dog. His own friends said that. Stinsons� friends is the ones that said that, that he poisoned Glovers dog.
JACK KELLY: Kelly�s biggest thing, we�ll give him credit for putting out a good magazine. That�s as far as it goes.
Walter Komosinski: Walter Komosinski would smack Jack Kelly in mouth too� Walter would punch anybody in the mouth! If you screwed with him or pushed him around, you do something to him� I was his best friend for 18 years. I was the referee that day in that fight, against Ralph Livingston, 39 years old. Then Ralph lost the fight, his dog quit. So he walks out of the barn and he sics his dog on one of Walters� young dogs outside there. The young dog, grabbed Ralph Livingston�s dog but he was only like 13 months old. Walter thought his dog was crying, but it was Ralphs� dog crying. Walter says, �He�s only a young dog; get your dog off of him.� You know. And then besides that, he was supposed to fight two weeks later, he came early that day Livingston did. And then he didn�t have the money to pay the bet! And then he goes and sics his dog on Walters� dog, his 13 month old. And Walter told him to leave go, and he didn�t do it. He says, �I�ll make you leave go�, he came over and uppercutted him. He went flying. And he hit the wall of Walter�s barn, slide down on his ass. He get up and Walter had glasses on. He whipped them off his face, folded them put them in his pocket, came in again, pulled back a right hand and blasted him with a right hand and dropped him a second time. Walter�s 80, he�s 39. So, I went and grabbed Livingston I figured oh shit, this young guy is gonna be so mad, he�s gonna kill Walter. When I grabbed him, to hold him back he said, �Don�t hit me again Walter, I�m leaving!� Hahaha. So the old time people was crazy huh!? I seen a lot of crazy stuff, let me tell you.
ON CONDITIONING: When your dog is in perfect shape, and I conditioned. Crenshaw never conditioned as good as me. Neither would STP. They couldn�t keep up to me. Never. They tried. STP did. Captain America did. I mean all the other guys, couldn�t do it. People hired people. You know to condition for them. I beat their ass anyway. But when they hired me, I had to take that 600 dog; son of Mayday. The Cubans sent me $1,500 bucks told me I was working this dog and bringing him down. They sent the dog up. I went into Crossroads Kennels. Both dogs were going for their Championship. I had my dog so strong, that 600, and I just pointed to the backend talking to him� always in front of their eyes. Instead of in the stifles he bit him in the kidneys and that dog gave it up right there. He had a fatal bite, he knew he was gonna die and he didn�t want to fight anymore. They threw in the towel, their dog died. Crossroads Kennels. Every dog I conditioned for Ken Allen won; never lost once.
Flirt Pole is the secret. I took Cholly Boy (working him for J.Rods Whitefoot match) and I had a flirt pole. I could excel with a flirt pole. There ain�t nobody in America could ever keep up once I used a flirt pole. I had an area back there where I used. I�d go in a circle. I had him jumping; I made him jump for the hide on the flirt pole. I had him jumping. I start jumping (25) jumps. Go around a circle, he start chasing it, then I start lifting it. Where he�d go run and jump and I�d move it. He miss it, he�d hit the ground turn in a second, come back a second time and I�d lift it again, he�d miss it. So I had him jumping back and forth, back and forth. I start about (50) jumps. Next day I started adding about (25) a day. I peaked him a few weeks before, I was doing (450) jumps in the morning and (450) jumps in the night. I was gonna try and do (1,000) jumps a day but I had to do (450) in the morning and (450) in the night and I was putting all kinds of stuff in him like feeding him liver and I had carboplex, different carbohydrate powders and feeding the liver I got his blood count up real good. He was doing (900) jumps a day. When he was doing that, I never got past that. That�s the way we went into the match and he never showed no strain at all.
Jesse Rods had that Whitefoot dog. He killed a Champion of STPs and one of Captain Americas. Jack Kelly said this is the baddest dog in America at 45/46 lbs. Cholly Boy beat him.
On Over Working a dog: You just gotta watch your dog, if he starts dragging ass where he� If you walk him and you hand walk him, and he�s pulling you all the time, when he stops pulling you and starts walking beside or behind you. You�ve overworked him right there. You gotta quit. A lot of guys, I heard Frank Rocca say if you have to give off two days to rest, then you have to forfeit because your dog will never be ready. Bullshit. I�ve gave two days off many times. That don�t mean a god damn thing. Never heard of it, that�s his thinking and other peoples.
Frank Rocca, he lost every time he matched into a dog of Frank Bunces or one of the black guys in Pittsburgh that he matched into called Smoker. I bred that dog, I bred him and I sold him as a 16 month old pup to Ralph Livingston. Well Ralph Livingston goes and sells him to this black yo-yo. Well he goes out and he beats Dave Adams, then he beats Big Brad and he beats Rocca. He gives Roccas dog a severe beating. He won four times over known people. That Smoker was a hell of a dog. Oh, he collected a forfeit on Angus.
ON SPORTSMANSHIP/DOGMEN: Here�s a guy with a dog, if his dogs getting screwed up, don�t you think the guy has to give up? See there�s nothing I can do. Should I lose because he�s an asshole? No, it�s not fair to my dog. But you meet people, if got my dog hurt; do you think I�d leave him in there to get butchered? I�d pick my dog up right away and walk out of there. I�d come back and get you another day. My way of looking at it. But people don�t look at it that way. I mean people, get in stuff. If my dog starts ripping one little bit. I wouldn�t put him through it. I give up and get out. Okay, you win. Here�s your money. People are assholes, let me tell ya. I don�t believe in that kind of shit. I do not feel you should go, you know; if you see you can�t win, forget it. Your pride? Bullshit. Don�t expect your dog to go through what you couldn�t go through.
Everybody can�t be a dogman! This guy sees that and he wants to do it because you do it. If you ain�t got it in ya, and you ain�t really dedicated you ain�t getting no where. You don�t show off and brag to everybody, you go and prove that you�re that good.
ON SCHOOLING/HANDLING: I could look at something right now with a dog. You could have 30 people there; you�re all lost in the fog. I know what�s going on right now. That�s why I get in fights and got right out of them. My dogs in bad trouble. I acted like your losing. I�ll scare them. I never showed ever one sign of weakness. I just talked to my dog. I could have been worried to death but I just stayed in front of my dog and said, �OK�. Komosinski told me, �Don�t stand behind him like assholes.� They stand behind them like assholes, dog says where you at you jack off, I�m in the fight of my life and you�re lost! You go in front of them! So I always went in front of my dogs eyes. When I did, he looked at me wagged his tail and fought really hard. So when I was in trouble, I�d come out of it.
Is there anything different you would do if you could do it all over? I would trust less people. Everybody�s jealous out there.

BULLISON From The Bull Terrier Times Magazine

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Bullyson's last match.
By: Jerry Clemmons 1990

I tried to ignore the silly ramblings of the Dallas Guru, (Don Mayfield), about Bullyson, but since he invited me to, I will tell the whole story about Bullyson's last match.

Maurice Carver talked Red Wallings into buying Bullyson with the agreement that Carver would breed him an collect all stud fees, and in return would condition him for match. Bullyson was "open to match" and I never once heard that Don wanted to match into Bullyson. Finally Rick H. matched into him. Maurice heard that Leo Kinard might help condition Benny Bob. Maurice gave Leo a dog called Buck (ELI JR. X BRENDY) that he bought from me, not to help them. Leo said he wasnt in on it but he took BUCK away, for breeding purposes. All through Bullysons conditioning/keep, Maurice would call me and ask if I though one more breeding him would hurt him. He even bred him the day before the match. A week before the show, maurice bought Bullyson to the hospital that I worked at, as a labratory technition, and I did a blood count on him. His hematocrit was 33% and him lips had stitches holding them ti his gums where he had chewed out of a chain link fence. Red Walling said he wasnt going to pay forfit as I suggested and would take him to the match in an ambulance if he had to.

Well, the match lasted 47mins. and Benny Bob got deep into Bullysons flank and took him back end out. Carver gave up the match as Bullyson could not even stand up much less try to get over the wall as Don said! I did not step in and pick him up as he was not my dog to pick up. He most definately did not quit. Maurice Carver told me that the vet, that they took Bullyson to, did an autopsy on Bullyson and said that his kidneys were all torn lose inside.

Well, that is the real truth about Bullyson and YES!, my dogs pedigrees are full of Bullyson, ELI JR. and Brendy and I'm proud of it! Jerry Clemmons

BLIND BILLY Floyd Boudreaux's

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FLOYD BOUDREAUX`S BLIND BILLY

Floyd Boudreaux' Ace new dog Blind Billy wasn't always blind. He would lose his sight when he got hot. In his second Match, he lost his sight when he became overheated. OJ Thibodeaux & his black & white nose dog were highly regarded at 39lbs. Floyd believed if Billy could get his mouth on him, it wouldn't take long to determine a winner. Billy could bite as hard as any dog Floyd has ever seen & even harder than most of the best. He could disable one in short order. Just as Floyd figured, Blind Billy was able to get to Thibodeaux' dog several times. The longer they fought, the more he punished the black & white nose dog. Blind Billy had the black & white dog quitting. Floyd handled when Blind Billy was released & on Blind Billy's Scratch. He was counted out searching for his opponenet.

Although it was clear the black & white wanted no more, Billy lost the contest. Perhaps he could have won several more matches afterwards, who knows, but thanks to the gifted foresight of Floyd Boudreaux, he bred Blind Billy instead. Floyd bred Billy to a good daughter, Gypsy, to produce Red (a full sister to Elias's "Pistol"). Floyd bred Blind Billy to Red to produce Lena & bred Blind Billy to Lena to produce Scrub, who was 15/16ths inbred on the old Blind Billy dog. Let us back up a minute. SP Clavelle owned a spotted dog back in them times that Gaboon Trahan used to breed to his pregnant doges. Gaboon used the one time & found him to be an average dog, but very Game. Gaboon called the dog 'Rascal' & had permission to breed to him any time, but Gaboon never owned the Red & white dog he called Rascal. Floyd bought Rascal from SP Clavelle & Floyd Boudreaux was the only man to ever register Rascal & only did so through the UKC several years after Floyd had him on his Yard Floyd bred Rascal to Lena (Scrub's mama) to produce Rascal Jr. Rascal Jr. was the sire of many good dogs one of which Jerome Hernandez called 'black person.' black person won 5 times for Jerome & one of them over Scrub. Scrub was matched his first Match at 40lbs. by Floy Boudreaux & lost this one to black person in 40 minutes.

Don Mayfield liked Scrub & used him to go into JT Kitches & his son of Tudor's "Ch." Spike." Scrub won this contest in 1 hour & 8 minutes. Floyd Boudreaux again had gifted foresight & bred Scrub to some good pregnant doges & i'm glad he did. Scrub sired some great dogs & phenomenal producers! Scrub was bred to his half sister Candy to produce the famous Eli dog. Floyd also bred Scrub to a good daughter of Rascal Jr. to produce the great Boze dog! Boze was the most inbred Dibp dog of his time & was a great representative of his genetic pool! No Dibo dog could stay with Boze! One day a few of some great dogmen were at Floyd's after a convention held in Layfayette, Lousiana held by Gaboon Trahan. Among the gatherin were Bob Wallace, Leo Kinard, Maurice Carver, Roland Boutte & JD Elliott. Floyd got out Boze & Boze Jr. (a brother to Bullyson & Eli Jr.'s mother) & rolled them together for just a short roll. Leo said this roll was better than all the matches he had just seen! Boudreaux Reno JD said that it was blur! Both of these dogs made a mess of each other in short order. Just the look on Maurice's face! Maurice was speechless as, his jaw dropped, his mouth' fell open & his eyes bulged out. Later, Maurice said he had never seen a sight like that in all his life!

Floyd Boudreaux became known as the breeder of Eli dogs & this is true, but we need to look at the whole picture. Folks, Floyd Boudreaux is the breeder of Blind Billy dogs! The best of the Dibo stuff!! Bullyson was a line bred Blind Billy dog! Floyd Boudreaux owned Blind Billy & Rascal at the same time. Gypsy was a good daughter of Billy & when she came into Heat, Floyd bred her as a repeat breeding back to her sire Blind Billy. Floyd also bred her a week later but this time to Rascal, as Billy was getting old & Floyd wanted pups out of the aging Gypsy. Well, Gypsy had the pups & Ray Charles could see that they were from Billy. Raymond Elias got one of the pups from this mating & named him 'Pistol.'
Pistol was a very good dog that was shown only once. He was matched above his weight & won impressively anyway. I dont know how Maurice was able to breed him, or if he even did at all, but the ADBA pedigrees have him as the grandsire of Art's "Missy," Davi's "Gr. Ch"Boomerang" & Clayton's "Java" (the dam of Gr.CH. Art). By the way, Don Devine got a pregnant dog from Bennett Clayton named "Patty." Don registered her as off Eli Jr. & Java. When Don got the pregnant dog, all Bennett told him was that she was a sister to Art, but Bennett did not say she was a littermate. Patty was indeed of Eli Jr., but her dam was a quarter Staffordshire; a pregnant dog off Indian Bolio & a half Staff pregnant dog! But I would not mind if my dogs had Patty in their make-up because Patty's dam was a pregnant dog name Ginger. This is the same Ginger was the dam to Stinson's "Ch." Tuffy" & Stinsori & Glover's "Ch." Dolemite." Imagine that. Dolemite's mama a quarter Staff! It must have been some good Staff blood. So, Patty was a half sister to Ironhead. Maurice also said Bullyson was a son of Ironhead & he did that with the man who raised Bullyson sitting in the same room with him. Just ask Jerry Clemmons if I am telling the facts. Anyways folks no matter what Maurice's papaers say, Ironhead was a son of Blind Billy. Perhaps now you will understand why Bullyson crossed wo well with Ray Long's two pregnant doges Baby & Tuffy & Art Riley's Missy, why Eli Jr. crossed well with Bennett Clayton's Java & why Ronnie Hyde's Satchmo Bully went so well with his Bloody Sunday. Follks, it's the Blind Billy blood doing what it's done, biting hard & winning. While the world is searching for Eli dogs, the few who really understand are searching for Boze dogs. It took a daughter of Boze to create Bullyson. When Boze was 11 years old & weighed 18 lbs. less than his grandson Bullyson, Floyd held Boze's back legs & let Bullyson get a good hold on him. Floyd let go & Boze got up & downed Bullyson & kept him down for 10 minutes, doing what he wanted with him. When you realize how good Bullyson was, then consider how great Boze was! Eli & Eli Jr. were good dogs too, but none of them were in the same class as Boze. Floyd Boudreaux bred Boze to Penny, who was out of Young Rock, out of Peggy. Penny was a good pregnant dog out of an all-good litter. Boze & Penny produced Spook (Sissy). Spook's whole litter killed each other except for her & another little pregnant dog pup Floyd gave to Maurice Coin, another friend of Floyd's. Spook was given to Jerry Clemmons, a chicken man & when she came into Heat, he brought her back to Floyd's to breed her to Eli & she had 4 good pups. All 4 pups were good dogs. Another all good litter bred by Floyd Boudreaux! Bullyson, Eli Jr. Brendy & Lady, a litter of dogs that changed the Game itself! The litter changed the future of how we were to breed our dogs. Gameness alone wasn't good enough anymore. Eli dogs would & could kill them. This was the beginning of what was to be know as the Eli line of dogs. Jerry sold Spool to Doug Nightrider. Doug was like a kid with a new toy. Doug rolled Spook for the better part of a week until she finally stopped, but she was a good one. She was a Boze daughter. Boze was bred to Brendy to produce Wilkenson's "Tina." Tina was bred to Bullyson to produce CH. Bullyson Jr. & the only dog capable of dethroning his great sire, Benny Bob. Boze bred pregnant doges produce very well. Boze was a great dog. He was very fast & bit very hard. To top it off, he was very strong. Boze won only one contract Match in just under 5 minutes. Al totaled, Boze stopped 27 dogs. All the old timers used to come up with truckloads to try to Stop the Boze dog, but Boze would sen them all home disappointed, one after the other. Hell, Roland Fontenot used to come every weekend & try, but never could carry enough dogs with him to do it. Boze would make short work of them! Fred Williamson has a son of Boze he called 'Pistol' who was raised as a house pet. Word was that Pistol was a pet & a Cur & that Don Mayfield & George had a dog at 49lbs. that would prove it. Well, after enough talk, ol Fred said put up or shut up. The Match was made. Mayfield had George's blessing to shape up their CH. Gomer dog, a winner of several high dollar contests. CH. Gomer was a littermate to CH. 400, another multi-time winner. Both dogs came in on the weight & at 2:45 CH. Gomer cleared the wall & jumped right into the arms of Don's wife, Phyllis Mayfield. Now who was the Cur? A paid advertisement was published in Raymond Holt's magazine 'Pit Dog Report' shorly after the contest. The ad stated "Boudreaux' Pistol: Just an average Boudreaux dog!" The ad wasn't to peddle pups or for stud service, it was simply a statement. And it was true; Pistol was an average of Floyd's dogs. CH. Midnight Cowboy was good son of Bullyson. Linus was a Boze bred pregnant dog. Midnight Cowboy & Linus produce Redthingy's "Herman," a winner of 5 contract matches. Herman was just one of an all-good litter. Floyd sent Liza to Doyle & had her bred to Herman. This mating produced another good littter with just one cold pregnant dog. Maverick was off this litter. Maverick produced whole litters of Match dogs. Ask anyone who owns Maverick dog! Eli did his share of producing well. Floyd bred him to a Corvino pregnant dog named Glory B to produce Daniel's "CH. Tom," who was the sire of Barefield's "Ch." Saloon." CH. Saloon was the sire of Allen's "Ch." Butch" ROM. CH Sallon was also the sire of Allen's "Stripper." Butch & Stripper produced Allen's "Double Gr. Ch." Tornado," a winner of 10 matches. Of course, Eli was the best known for producing Eli Jr. & Bullyson, but only because they were bred more & therefore became more popular. Now, Don Mayfield says Floyd stole Eli from him by saying all Cry Baby's pups died. Friends, Cry Baby's pups all did die. Don & Floyd wer good friend & believe me, Floyd values his friends. I would think that if Cry Baby's pups wer valuable enough to betraya friend, I wouldn't give them away. Floyd gave Eli to JR Bush because Floyd knew he could breed more like him or better. To Floyd, a dog is just a dog, but a friend is a priceless value! Don Mayfield is just jealous. Floyd Boudreaux created Eli from Blind Billy blood. Elli was stolen from JR Bush after his 3rd Match (a Match that was raided). There is no telling how many good ones Eli produce. Ever wonder why Eli blood crossed so well with Gr. CH. Zebo blood? Who knows? Boy, these are the facts, not fiction! You can do you homework believe me I have. Just a small part of some real history."
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BOUDREAUX' ELI
VINTAGE MATCH REPORT FROM:
YOUR FRIEND AND MINE
MARCH THRU MAY 1968
Sixth Match:
JACK SMITH VS. FLOYD BOUDREAUX
Males at 38 pounds.
Cajun Rules, Howard Tee, Referee
Pete Sparks, Timekeeper

Jack is using a red dog called Bozo said to have been bought by Sonny Sykes from Jerome Hernandez.
Floyd is using a black which he calls Eli.
The black gets the first hold as Bozo gets skin hold in throat.
Black is getting into the throat of Bozo as Bozo works the ear trying for a shoulder.
50 to 25 bets being made. Bozo the favorite.
Black is showing good and working for Bozo's throat.
All the dog fighting in the previous match is being wrapped up in a ten minute space of time in this fight.
Black gets in Bozo's throat at 14, then Bozo throws one leg over the black's shoulder, gets an ear and throws the black dog.
Bozo gets a shoulder and shakes and the black dog gets a mouth hold and gets him off.
Black up at 15 and into the throat.
The black comes up and the bets shift to even money as both dogs are working the shoulders and front legs.
Bozo gets the nose and shakes at 21.
Changes to a hind leg, gets stifle and shakes.
Bozo is working front leg.
Back to mouth fighting at 25 minute mark.
Bets getting hard to get at even money as first one then the other gets on top and gets nose and mouth.
The black acts as though he has shot his wad.
Bozo has opened up the black's front leg and the black is weakening.
Story is that the black has heart worms. 38 and a pick up,
Bozo to scratch.
Made determined scratch, gets a front leg and the black goes into Bozo?s neck.
40 a pick up, black scratches hard.
Bozo gets nape of neck and the black goes down.
54 a pick up, Bozo to scratch. Made determined scratch.
57 pick up with black to scratch.
Trotted over and took hold, gets an ear and Bozo goes down.
Bozo makes a good scratch at the one hour mark.
One minute later the black makes a good scratch and Smith gives up the fight.
Black makes a good courtesy scratch.
Eli is the winner in one hour and one minute.

Boudreaux' Eli is without question one of the most famous of modern dogs from the 60?s era.
He and his sons Eli Jr. (sire of Gr. Ch. Art.-grandsire of Chinaman, Stompanato, Crenshaw's Ch. Rascal etc.)
and Bullyson (sire of Ch. Honeybunch, Midnight Cowboy and Chivo, Loposay's Buster etc.)
were used to create lines of their own and those in turn have spawned even more good lines of bulldogs.
There is hardly a line of good dogs today that cannot trace its lineage back to the Eli dog.
He was a product of inbreeding on Boudreaux' old Blind Billy dog (Dibo X Minnie)
with some Trahan?s Rascal (Dibo's half brother) blood thrown in, both good Tudor/Corvino bred dogs.
I believe Mr. Boudreaux is still producing some fine dogs and I have talked to dog men who wouldn?t have one from anyone else.
Mr. Boudreaux has been breeding these dogs for over 35 years and has produced some of the best ever to look through a collar.
The perfect southern gentleman and devoted family man,
he is a real credit to the dog game and an excellent role model for the aspiring young dog man.
(Ed.)

"The Oklahoma Kid" by Don Mayfield

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"The Oklahoma Kid" by Don Mayfield

The Oklahoma Kid
By
Don Mayfield

Fall 1982

In 1951 after near 100 years of breeding gamedogs in the U.S.A. the breeding reached a peak. In Arizona a male named �Bouncer� was bred to a female called �Bambi� by a man called Ed Ritcheson. In the litter was a red dog with a deep blue black nose. This dog was bred from the Core of American bred gamedogs, he was raised and named by a black man from a pup. This dog was named �Dibo,� in the heart of Africa the word Dibo means �Devil.� In his pedigree were over 100 years of American bred gamedogs that had been proven in the pit, all his close family were the gamest bred in the world. Dibo and his close family was the product of this American breeding, his bloodline showed all the areas of the U.S.A. The American Gamedogs in Dibo�s pedigree were dogs that proved their gameness in the Core of the gamedog game in America. These gamedogs came into our nation near the mid 1800�s from Europe. Some of the gamedogs that were brought into our nation were of �outcross� breeding. When different pure families in England, Ireland, and Scotland were bred together in their nations, then imported into our nation and bred with either a pure or cross bred family, that were being �matched� into one another to prove which were the gamest families. Men like Cockney Charlie Lloyd imported pure family breeding, and �pure� English breeding and cross bred it with the English breeding here in our nation. These men match few dogs, but proved their breeding was of the gamest bred. In the days of the late 1800�s and early 1900�s Con Feeley who matched more dogs than any man in his time became the breeder of the different outcross English families that had been bred here in the U.S.A., Con bred a family of dogs from what he proved were the games dogs bred in the U.S.A. in his time. F.G. Henry imported some English red dogs and crossed them with the proven family of the Con Feeleys.

In the same days the English dogs were being matched, proven and bred, on the Northern coast of our nation. The Irish families were being done the same way in the area of the East Coast. J.P. Colby was a man that bred together different pure Irish game families with the Irish outcrosses that was being crossed together on the East Coast. A number of different men matched and proved the gameness of the breeding that were being bred at the �Core� of the �game.� In the late 1800�s and early 1900�s the Irish dogs of outcross breeding, the ones that were proving themselves as the gamest bred, made it to Texas in the yard of Bill Shipley. Bill imported a pure Irish family from Ireland and crossed it with the crossbred family that had been bred in the U.S.A.

In the early 1900�s the next name to fill the shoes of the number one gamedog man of his time, and only a few men here in this new nation had wore these shoes, the last was Con Feeley from Illinois. But in 1908 Earl Tudor showed up in Oklahoma from Kentucky. Earl matched more dogs and proved his understanding of gameness more than any man in his time. He bred together the families of F.G. Henry to the families of Con Feeley. In the late 1930�s and early 1940�s Earl was proving his breeding the gamest bred. At that time he crossed the dogs of the purest that had been proven of the English breeding to the Irish families of Bill Shipley, 200 miles from him in Texas. This brought together the games dogs bred from the north and the gamest dogs bred from the East to near the center of the U.S.A. In the days of Earl Tudor when he proved his breeding the gamest bred, dogs from his breeding were being bred in most the States in the U.S.A., this was in the 1940�s. In the early 1950�s Earl Tudor was in Arizona looking at the breeding of the gamedogs, when he was taken to see the dog �Dibo.� Earl liked very much what he saw, and took the dog back to Oklahoma with him. At first he called this red dog �Runt,� but later he changed his name back to �Dibo.� Earl bred �Dibo� to a number of females bred from his family of dogs. In the late 1950�s and early 1960�s Earl began to bring together a family of dogs breeding them �pure.� His dogs were different than any of the different families being bred in the U.S.A. The one�s from his families were the ones at the �Core� with most all the other breeding in the U.S.A. being of outcross breeding from Earl�s yard.

In the years of early 1960�s to the early 1970�s Earl bred his understanding of �American Gamedogs� into a family of dogs that all looked alike

In the early 1960�s to the late 1970�s we proved the gameness of more �American Gamedogs� than any man of our time at the �Core� of the game. (Before the game became against the �law.�) Today in the early 1980�s society around the world is seeking the gamest family of dogs bred in the world. Here in Texas on a mountain top beside a long creek we have bred from the �Core� a family of very �pure American Game bred dogs.� In the last number of years we have bred only a small number of dogs from this family. At this time when a number of nations are seeking the gamest family of dogs bred, it being the �American Gamedog,� it being �proven� in a number of nations matched into the different men�s understanding of gameness. At this same time �Paul Harvey� a newsman said, �in a nation today man is trying to prove a dog has a �spirit and soul� that goes to �heaven�. I am an outcross bred Texas man that has spent over 20 years looking into the insides of dogs, I am a believer the dogs house the �spirit and soul� of the devil, and is becoming man�s best friend. Here in the U.S.A. where the people of the most outcross breeding are born, we are the breeders of the gamest dogs bred in the world. Here in Texas where the most outcross bred people in the U.S.A. are raised, we breed a game family of American Gamedogs to the point of gameness that that only (3) kinds of people can bear to be around them. Those three kinds of people are people that feed them, and people like a �saint,� are a person with the faith of the devil himself. The ones like the �saint� the dogs will be scared of, and show fight along with the jump in his lap and lick him all over his face. But when a man of little faith looks eye to eye with this kind of game bred dog, the man become within great danger of this dog. But the dog will be scared of the ones more like saints and turn their heads away from them. I have watched many of these game bred dogs as they are looked in the eye of by a number of men we have met in our time with these dogs. I have looked also at the men when hey do the looking.

This story I write you seeker of gamedogs comes from my understanding of the research we have involved ourselves with in over the last near 25 years, of Gamedogs and Gamemen who I have been a lover of both. In my eyes the gamest man ever bred was our Lord Jesus. He being an outcross bred man of God and mankind and took his death on the cross other than tell one little lie. That is the faith and spirit of a gameman.

One Fall morning at sunrise in the year of 1961 we met Earl Tudor at his home in Oklahoma. We had with us a nice bred female bred from his family of dogs. We came to meet him and talk to him about breeding the female. We did a lot of talking and bred the female, then drove the near 250 miles back home in Texas. Within the next number of years we made the trip to Earl�s place many times. On one trip I remember sitting on a couch with Earl as he had bad eyes and always wanted me to sit close so he could look me in the eyes when we talked. We most always talked about breeding, as we sat talking, trying to stare each other down. We had our own ways of understanding conditions and taught each other what we had done, and were doing. But when it came time to talk about breeding I only asked questions. I remember one time Earl who was in his mid 60�s about that time, broke down in tears and cried like a bay as he told me, �these damn so called friends of one dog deal or another who steal the credit of every dog bred, never gave me one damn bit of credit for �my dogs.� Then he would wipe the tears from his eyes, put his glasses back on, get in my face and say; it�s all in the �breeding� Don, it�s all in the �breeding.� Then he would tell dogs and others, he would tell me about the breeding of those dogs as the pure ones, the family bred dogs, not the cross ones, the pure ones. Then I would say Earl, what was the best ones that you had, he would cock his head, and his wife Flo would speak up and say, �the best dogs Earl had were the old Henry dogs, you never lost a match with a Henry dog did you Earl???� and Earl with a smile on his face would say; �You�re right Flo, the dogs of old man Henry�s family were the red eyed dogs and were game to the core.� He would say to me, �The eyes were as red as a coon�s eyes, they had a big mouth with a lot of muscle in the head, most were black, but some were white, and some were red rednose dogs.� He said all the Henry dogs could bite hard and were very wild to work and handle. And like the preacher man from Oklahoma he would scream like a cat in the middle of the night, get down on the floor on his knees and say they were deep game dogs, bred of the English breeding. I set there on the couch like a red headed stranger thinking don�t cross him, don�t boss him, he�s wild in his sorrow he�s ridden and hidden his pain. He would then get in his place and say, �they were good ones, Don.� He was like a wild black stallion, and his wife, Flo, was as frail as a bay. His love for the gamedogs was like a mountain so big, and for hours we set and talked on and on. He would speak up like the bright lights of Denver of 10 thousand jewels in the sky when he talked, looking me straight in the eyes. He said, �if only I could call back the days when it was nobody�s business where you�re going, or where you come from.� Then, he would ell me about �Dibo,� �Demon,� Black Jack jr. and his sire, and dam. He would say to me, �Don, in the 20�s here in Oklahoma times were hard to survive, we fought dogs and cocks to survive. In the 30�s the men still took an Indian squaw anytime they cared for one. Then in the days the winds came and blowed for 7 years it took two feet, to three feet of top soil from the farm land of the Irish race of people. And in those days when the Irish race in Oklahoma could not survive in the �Grapes of Wrath� they picked up and moved to California to become the farmers of the world.In those days we had three �pits� on our place, we fought cocks and a few dogs each week for a number of years. He would then tell me, he had been shot 6 different times by 6 different men, and never once went to the hospital, the doctor came to his house. Once his brother-in-law shot him and they never called the doctor, as Flo dressed the hole where it went in, and the hole where it came out. He said; �In those days we kept 7 dogs close to ready at all times, they were matched in one week�s time.� He said I would run in the fields with my dogs, in those days, there were no fences to cross just open land. He said; We had a mound built of sand with a chair that turned all the way around. We kept 7 dogs staked around the chair, I had a long fishing pole with a tail tied on a line. We would go from dog to dog for two or three with one working while the others worked the coontail. Earl then said we never had a tread mill in those days, if we had one we wouldn�t use it. The catmill was the best to work a dog on and I would say, �yes Earl I know, I have one in my yard,� and then he�d look me in the eyes and say, tell me the way you work �em, and I would start to talk telling him each and every thing we did as his eyes started to shine like saying, stay a little longer. As I talked on he would move quick with his head high saying that�s right that�s right. And as the stories were told over the years on his couch, we always ended in talking about �breeding,� as he would say; �The Irish dogs were also deep game dogs.� He would tell me about the different pure breeding of the different families. Then, the tears would come with shakes, and the cry of agony as he looked me in the eyes and said, �these damn so called friends never gave me one bit of credit for my family of dogs, those big shots Shipley and Feeley they got all the credit. Earl always called Bill Shipley the �Big Shot.� He sent his female Flash with a black man to be bred to Red Jerry. He would tell his black friend just what the dog looked like to breed the female to. He would then laugh like and angel flying too close to the ground, he would speak up and say, it was the English dogs Don, you can hear these know it alls talk about the Irish dogs and they were good ones, but the English dogs was where it was at. Red eyed dogs as red as a ruby. Wild to go very hot dogs that would eat up a person, and Flo would speak up and say �Lord yes,� as she pulled up her long cotton dress to her knees and pulled her knee socks down to her ankles to show her scars from dog bites. Earl then laughed and said Flo got bit two or three times trying to part some that would break loose when I weren�t here. I got where I told her to stay in the house and let them fight to the death. So she don�t get bit no more. She would speak up and say; Phyllis those Henry dogs had a big mouth and you had to beat them in the head with a piece of iron to get them to turn loose. Earl would say, �Ya�ll she�s telling you the truth, she�d have a iron bar or hammer in her hand and if one got on her she�d beat it in the head and kill it. Then he would say she�s a sweet little old thing ain�t she, I don�t know how I could have ever made it without her. Flo was a slip 5 ft., 3 in. small woman of near 90 lbs. Earl being a small man, in his prime 117 lbs. with gloves on. He said he would have been a fighter if he had not got shot in the belly one time. As he said Bert was the stronger fighter of us two, but I was like the sun from over the mountain with a sunlight that dances on your skin, but Bert he did me wrong and I never him. And we would talk on about breeding. Earl carried the famous name of �Tudor,� the famous King�s who went by the names of Henry the First, and so on, in Europe.

In the 1400�s in England the way was open for the only surviving Lancastrian with strength to take and keep the throne. Henry Tudor was a descendent of John Tudor of Gaunt. He had spent half his life in Wales, the rest on the Continent. Urged to intervene, he found Welsh forces eager to join him when he landed at Milford Haven, and led them on into England. King Richard met them outside Market Bosworth, near Leicester, on 22nd of August 1485. The first battle was the gamebred �wardogs.� The royal army was larger but fought with less conviction. Many nolles on whom Richard was relying had already decided to defect. Richard himself fought bravely, but was accorded little respect for this after his death. The crown of England found in a bush was placed on Henry Tudors head, and the corpse of the dead King was stripped naked, tossed across a horse, and carried unceremoniously to Leicester. The last of the Plantagenets was gone. The stage was set for the �Tudors.� The mark of the Tudors were the dog and the dragon.

Earl never told me he was from the English Tudor family, but he had the same little beadie eyes as the pictures of the Tudors of England. He had the courage of a line of Kings that would get in your face the last days of his life that came in 1977. Earl became a hard man to be around the last year or two of his life from the hate he had within, he kept a pistol in his pocket from sunup to sundown, and did a lot of crying the last years of his life. He told me stories about bad men he knew who always stopped and visited him as they came through east of the Texas Panhandle in Western Oklahoma where the rocks peer out of the ground in rows as if they had been planted. Poor land that at this time is too poor to grow weeds. He told me about a time he spent in court as they tried him for murder. He told me stories about life and gamedogs that can only be told in a �Book.�

Earl Tudor was a man that liked all of us that kept only two kinds of dogs. Those he liked, and those given to him by a friend. He started breeding his family of dogs in 1908 after being around them all his boyhood life. His first dog to match was a Henry bred dog called �Jack Swift.� He bred him to a Henry bitch called �Black Star� and produced a dog called �Judge,� and he went to trial for 60 years proving his value of truth and understanding of breeding to be unbeatable over the years. It was like a whiskey river that never went dry in most of Earl�s grown life. He was the town bootlegger and his friend Jim Williams was the law. Jim always bred his females at Earl�s house and it was Jim Williams who led Earl�s last stud dog out of his yard. Jim and Earl lived 19 miles from south to north from one another, on the same road. They were just another sample of two friends that had come to the point of hating each other from their many dog deals, but were friends to the end of them both. Earl would say of Jim, �that no good old popper hanging dogpeddler� and Jim would say �I don�t know why Earl talks to bad of me.� Jim could come and deal dogs with Earl all his life and he did. Earl would say about his life as a bootlegger and the �law�, that he never gave as much as a cigarette to, and he was never busted in his many years. And Jim he would tell how he would call Earl and tell him to close shop till the state men left town, each time the state men came to town to try and bust a bootlegger. Earl knew people like Pretty Boy Floyd, Baby Face Nelson, Frank Nash who was raised just a few miles from Earls in what was then called the Bad Land of Oklahoma when survival of life was hard, but like a Oklahoma preacher Earl climbed high on his mountain and screamed like a cat, after walking from Kentucky when a young boy rode in a wagon pulled by oxen. But like a red headed stranger that rode into red rock on a black stallion he made his mark ion the world of life and gamedogs. And like he said you can�t hang a man for killing a woman who�s stealing your horse. And out on the edge of life is where Earl lived in the Badlands of Oklahoma. He told me one time he won 24 matches in 24 months, he said; �Hell there ain�t nobody that can win 24 straight fair, not even me, as he would laugh, and give me a fake right and left to the jaw. He was like the sun from over the mountain top dancing on your skin. And like a light house that stands alone Earl traveled down the roads of life in and around Oklahoma. At one time he had over 100 gamedogs and 200 cocks. He made his own cock spears from bed springs. But the gamedogs was his love from the hate he had within of men.

The game we as men play when seeking the gamest dogs bred, is in life as seeking t hat true friend, after the man deals in life where men are having a hard time to survive in land that is called �bad.� As Earl cried out in pain from his butchered body as he lived one day at a time. He told me so many stories with so many different dogs names, we talked for days. He lived by the graveyard where his folks lay to their amazing grace, as he too lay there to rest. But at the time of God�s grace we will all arise and be counted for, as I can sometime hear his voice and spirit saying �go for it Don.� �Go for it.� It was like take this job and shove it I�ll make it my way and he did, but I tell you for sure his last years were as hard as any I have seen. He told me, he said Don; �If a man told me could win over my dogs I would tell him I would beat him within so much time and he did.� He told me; �one time we were matched into the �Big Shot.� Shipley and his friends came down with an old timer a month before he died of old age. His name was Frumble of Arkansas. He was a good old man, I told him after the dogs met, bet your money it don�t go 20 minutes. And at 18 minutes the �Big Shot�s� dog fell dead in the center of the pit, and old man Frumble was the only man there that seen what I did, he shaked my hand and told me how glad he was to get to meet the �Oklahoma Kid� before he died, he just hugged my neck and left, and sad I seen what you did, I seen. And Earl just laughed and said he was one hell of a man he was, one hell of a man. He then stood up then he set back down. And told me each time we visited many dog stories of too many different dog names to tell about at this time. Earl bred the Henry dogs as pure as he could an crossed it with the Feeley and Shipley families from his understanding of what he had seen in the different matches of his life. �Dibo� was a dog bred of 41 years of Earl�s life. In the pedigree of Dibo for 8 generations the three men whose names show up the most, was Earl Tudor of Oklahoma 39 times, Con Feeley of Illinois, 36 times, Bill Shipley of Texas, 24 times. Compared to those three men the others in the pedigree of Dibo were gamedog feeders. Those three men were at the Core of the game where only the truth was. The female Gordons �Red Lady� was an American bred female where Tudors name showed up 38 times in her pedigree. When Earl bred Dibo to Red Lady his name showed in their offsprings Jeff, Spike, & Buck 77 times. In the pedigree of Black Widow, Earl Tudors name shows 69 times. When he bred Spike to Black Widow his name showed in the pedigree of Baby 146 times. He thenbred Spikes brother Jeff to Baby, and produced �Svart� his last and purest family bred stud dog. His name appeared in Svart�s pedigree 223 times. He then bred Svart to his sister and produced one lone female called �Spookie,� and his name appeared in her pedigree 446 times. Those two American Gamedogs were the purest bred of Earl Tudors understanding of the game he had played near 67 years of his life. And at this time after he is dead and gone there is still some of his so called friends trying to take his credit of breeding.

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1930 Cajun Rules By Gaboon Trahan

Rule 1: Size of pit, optional; to be square with sides 2 feet high, scratch line 12 feet apart.

Rule 2: Referee to be chosen before the dogs are weighed in or washed and referee to conduct the contest according to these rules and his decision to be final.

Rule 3: Referee to see the dogs weighed at time agreed on and if either dog is over top weight agreed on he loses the forfeit money.

Rule 4: Parties to toss coin to see who shall wash first, each party to furnish two clean towels and a blanket.

Rule 5: If requested to do so the referee shall search the person named to wash the dogs and then have him bare his arm to the elbow
and wash both dogs in the same warm water and rinse them each in his half of the warm clean water provided for that purpose.

Rule 6: As the dogs are washed clean and dried they shall be turned over to their handlers and at once taken to their corners of the pit as designated by the referee
and the referee must search handlers for means of foul play and see that he bares his arms to the elbow before he receives his dog and must keep his arms bare in such a manner during the contest.

Rule 7: The dog's owner or his representative shall be allowed at all times to be near his dog and watch to see that no harm is done him,
and each owner shall be allowed to name a man or himself watch his opponent's dog and handler at all times to see he is given no unfair advantage.

Rule 8: Either dog's owner, handler, or watcher if he sees anything wrong must at once appeal to the referee and get his decision.
And if any handler, watcher or owner violates any of these rules and thereby favors either dog the dog so favored must at once be declared the loser.

Rule 9: The interested parties shall choose a timekeeper at the pit side.

Rule 10: The dogs are placed in their corners of the pit, opposite corners, faces turned from each other and only the dogs and their handlers inside the pit.
Then the referee shall say, "Face you dogs". Each handler must always show his dog full head and shoulders between his legs.
The referee says, "Let go", but the handlers must never push or shove their dogs and handlers shall not leave their corners until the dogs are together.

Rule 11: Now when one of the dogs turns his head and shoulders away from his opponent after the fight is on it is a turn, whether they are in holds or free,
and the handler must claim the turn and the referee must allow the claim if he believes it is a turn or the referee must call the first fair turn he sees whether the handler claims it or not and when the referee calls a turn he shall say, "Handle your dogs", and each handler must pick up his dog as soon as he can without breaking a hold. Handlers carry their dogs to their respective corners the referee shall say, "Face your dogs".
Then the handlers must show their dog's head and shoulders between their legs, facing the center of the pit.
The dog that turned first must scratch first. In five seconds more the referee shall say;
"Let go", then the dog that made the first turn must be turned loose by his handler and this dog must go across and mouth the other dog.
If, when he is turned loose he refuses to start at once or is he stops on the way over, or if he fails to reach his opponent must declare his opponent the winner.
A handler is allowed to release his dog at anytime he sees fit after the dog whose turn it is to cross has started over.
He must turn him loose when the dogs touch each other. He is not compelled to until then.

Rule 12:

If neither dog has made a turn and they cease to fight after 60 seconds of no action the down dog is to scratch first,
if he makes his scratch the fight is on and they shall scratch in turns until the contest is decided.
If the down dog fails to scratch the other dog is to scratch to win. If he fails to scratch the contest shall be declared a draw by the referee.
No handler is to handle his dog until ordered by referee, if he does, it shall be called a foul and he is to forfeit the contest to his opponent.
No flash pictures or hitting on pit side shall be allowed unless agreed upon by the two contestants.
Rule 13: After the dogs are together this time either handler is allowed to pick up his dog when they are not in holds, if ordered by referee.
If he tries for a pick up and either dog has a hold he must turn him loose at once.
If he catches his dog up free both handlers must handle their dogs at once.
Take their dogs to their corners and proceed same as at the first turn,
except this time the dog which went across before is allowed to remain in his corner while his opponent makes a scratch, or goes across,
and they alternate or take it turn about in this manner until one of them is declared the winner under these rules.
The referee pays no attention to the turns after the first scratch.

Rule 14: If one of the dogs fangs himself, that is, if he gets his teeth hung in his own lip, his handler is allowed to un-fang him.
If the dogs have to be separated for this they are turned loose again, both at the same time within two feet of each other in the center of the pit.

Rule 15: No sponging shall be allowed, and no towels or anything else taken into the pit by the handlers except a bottle of drink for his dog and a fan to cool him with.
The handlers must taste their dogs drink before the referee to show that it contains no poison.

Rule 16: If the handler of either dog is seen to take anything from anyone on the outside of the pit he is to lose the battle.
Each party shall have the right to put a man near his opponent's corner to watch the handler.
Should he see the handler put anything on his dog he may appeal to the referee and if the referee finds anything on the dog he is to lose the battle.

Rule 17: Should either handler leave the pit with his dog before the referee renders his decision he is to lose the battle.

Rule 18: The handlers shall be allowed to encourage their dogs by voice or hand-clapping or snapping of fingers,
but must not touch their dogs or use foul, dirty methods, by saving their dogs from hard fall or keeping the other handler away from his dog,
or in any other way act unfairly.
The referee must decide the battle against the one who does so.

Rule 19: Should the police interfere the referee to name the next meeting place.

Walter Komosinski. Originally written by Ozzie Stevens.

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Walter Komosinski, Originally written by Ozzie Stevens.

Walter was born in Poland. He left home at the age of 13 to join the circus in Germany.
He came to the U.S. when he was around 20, and was introduced to the dog game when he met George Armitage, who lived near him.
Walter worked in the coal mines near Pittsburg. Lacking a formal education, he went to night school to advance himself.
He passed an I.C.S course to become a safety foreman.
At this time, George Armitage had a dog called BING, that he couldn't get matched advertised in his book.
Armitage boasted that Bing was the best in the country.
Walter had a young dog called JUMBO. These were catchweight dogs.
Walter didn't feel his dog was ready for BING. but, with a little persuasion and a few drinks, a match among friends was set up.
But, when Walter arrived at the pit, he felt like he was in big trouble.
In the other corner stood Harry Clark, and Jack Ward along with Armitage.
It so happened that they got the surprise of their life when JUMBO won in one hour, thirty five minutes when they picked BING up.
Walter had a friend, John Roofner, who had a dog called BROWNIE. (pit weight 43lbs.)
They set up a match with George Saddler, a great-great dog man from Mississippi.
Roofner was an amateur, but BROWNIE won.
Saddler bounced back, only to be beaten again, and yet again a third time.
This third match went over three hours.
Roofner then gave BROWNIE to Walter, who built his whole yard around him.
All Walter's dogs were line bred on BROWNIE, and by 1970 all Walter's dogs were white.
Some say he mixed the White Bull Terrier in, but regardless, they were some of the best dogs around.
Komosinski's MUTT was sold to Ozzie, who bred him to a granddaughter of Cotton's BULLET.
Out of the litter of four, one was given to Walter.
The others (Ozzie's Radar, Bryan's Joker, and Bryan's Lulu) were absolutely outstanding bulldogs. they could all hold their own with the best dogs of today.
Walter had an 85 acre farm, with three treadmills in the barn. Any Sunday that I dropped in on him, the dogs would be running all three mills full blast.
Walter bred and always had plenty of dogs. But you could never get one from him unless he knew you were a good dog keeper.
Walter was one tough cookie. When he was 80 years old, he stopped a dog belonging to a man named Livingston in 14 minutes.
Livingston took offense to Walter's stopping his dog in such a short time, so he started roughing up Walter's other dogs as he left the barn.
Walter warned him twice. Then Walter let him have it with an uppercut, knocking Livingston back about eight feet.
As Livingston was getting up, Walter quickly took off his glasses, folded them in his pocket, and came in fast, hitting Livingston with a right and dropping him again.
This time I stepped between the men, I grabbed Livingston to hold him back, but I didn't need to because he didn't want anymore.
I was afraid for Walter because of the age diffeence. Walter was 80, Livingston was 38.
Walter probably had the best dog houses in the country.
They were made out of oak 2x4's and 4x4's, completely sealed with roof coating, and covered with galvanized roofs.
Walter continued to match dogs until he was approaching 87 years of age.
He won the last three matches he had before he died.
He won over Texas Ron and Big Brad at 54lbs. males.
Ron handled a hell of a dog from Texas, a stifle dog with a good mouth.
But Walt's dog, HERO was one step better. HERO was a grandson of the MUTT dog.
Match time was about 43 minutes.
Walter also beat a son of ZEBO out of Rocco's CHERRY BOMB.
When Walter took sick with circulatory and heart problems, he knew he wasn't going to make it.
He instructed his neighbor Stanley to do away with all his dogs.
Walter died January 30, 1983 at age 88.

Walter Komosinski died Sunday Jan 30, 1983 and his wife Victoria died July 3, 1983.

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