
Originally Posted by
EWO II
Agreed it takes all kinds to make the wheels go 'round.
Sometimes it is perspective and past experiences.
My first times in the dogs were as a kid when I was 10-11 years old. A guy sat on a five gallon bucket watching a dog on a mill. When his son blinked a flashlight the dog came off the mill and I walked him around the field as the incoming dog was placed on the mill. I got 2 or three dollars for my work and a whole five if I jogged around the field. Ten years old in rural North Carolina making three to five dollars a day was damn near like being a Rockefeller (or Elon Muck these days).
I was never included in breeding discussions and producing dog discussion, only the actual working of a dog. That discussion led to he has to be perfect to win and winning is really the only purpose/reasoning to owning a bulldog. When that is the first and foremost lesson and one ins only ten years old, it sticks, and it sticks/stays for a really long time. So much so it took a lot of years for this zebra to not only change his stripes but find appreciation in those who didn't have the stripes from the start.
I knew two older fellows who have since passed who would damn near fist fight over whether Bandit quit or was stopped. For me, I am glad the Mountain Man bred him because he threw Two Eyes which thru Miss Two Eyes that when bred to Patrick's Kasai gave me the best male I have ever owned and one of the best females I ever seen. I would have never had that insight.
To a lot who saw him, as a bulldog Snooty was trash. I am glad Carl Mims is so much smarter and wiser than me and incorporated him in the blends of Red Boy-Snooty-Bolio dogs for so many years. That blend of dogs created Mims Charlie who is by far the best all-around, everything dog I have ever seen. Those heavy Snooty bred dogs produced a female named Sugarfoot who is by far the hardest biting dog I have ever seen and would venture to say one of the hardest biting dogs that ever lived.
These are just two of the examples of why my way of thinking never has, nor ever had, a chance of being successful in the dogs.
I look back to those that made better decisions than I would have made and show my appreciation.
I grew up on a yard that had 8-10 spots, and all were winners or on their way to winning. Culling had nothing to do with curs. Culling was removing pretty good game dogs from the mix because the chain spot was needed for a better dog with a better shot at winning. If two match quality dogs landed at 37lbs, he did not have two dogs at 37, he found out which of the two were the 37 to keep. Archaic and asinine thinking as I look back.
But it takes all kinds.
EWO II