The Lunsford dogs I saw were, without a doubt, consistently the hardest biting dogs I've ever seen. Everytime a dog from that old man came in, you could guarantee one thing, maybe two. The ONE thing is that they were going to bite the fuck out of you. The SECOND thing was this. If you weathered that early storm, they were also the most consistent on quitting with any little bit of getting behind with the exception of one dog I saw named Sam. That was the only dog from him that I ever saw that would actually take what it dished out.