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Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Hermossa Costa Rica
the 'ol red dog
this one is true,it's about my first converted to piggin game dog.
we had us A fine pig dog,yet she weren't born to piggin.she was A junkyard scrapper.hername was "the Red Dog".
we brought the red dog to the show.she was 38# of pis and vinegar.we had to introduce to A beau that night as no one for 500 miles would match anothe female into her.the last time we boxed her up with A girl the other dog had to be given 6#,s Red had to fight "uphill".
which was A breeze.folks used to say that Red was all mouth 'cept for the but hole,she had to be able to get rid of everything she ate.
well, this night she was matched even in weight.yet some say that putting A girl in the box with A boy was never A good thing.
so,the match is called,the handlers both release their dogs.they both barely touched down with their front feet goin cross that pit.they hit and the flopped over sideways,which meant for A good match.when one dog piles up over the other dog the dog on the bottom just took his first hit to his ego.many dogs don't fight well off the bottom.which means from the ground up.
so it was A well picked match,Red parried like the true gladiator.while the boy dog put it to her,then she'd counter.she was an ear picker,which meant she would grab the side of her opponents head.on top on that she was A digger,which meant she'd gnaw at it,hang on and shake the fire out of the other dog.
they went at it for 1 hr. and 32 min. both scratching like they were bred to.for all ya'll that think pits are trained for this,you don't train instinct.you locate it manicure it and groom it to come to the top,like makin butter.it's always been in the cream,you just gotta churn it to the top.
well at the 1:32,she was punishing that georgia brown dog.his head was swole up twice it's normal big self.we don't know how he did it.as he wasn't known to be A hard mouth dog,which means he's got an awful powerful bite,yet like ringing A bell,everyone in that 'bac cer barn heard the pop.and a hush fell upon the crowd,like Ghandi had entered the building.
it was Reds right front leg,she'd instinctively turned away from georgia brown,and he released her leg,the ref called the scratch.I picked up the red dog.she looked up at me like as to say "sorry daddy,but if'n you let me i'll fix that dog,just give me A shot",so I took my time limit,whish was an agreed 2 min.no water or towling,folks would poison A towel and rub their dog down with it and pass it to the opponent.
the ref called time.I raised my hands,then let red loose from my knees,that 'ol gal made her way like she had 4 good legs and 2 to boot.so they are in the mix,rollin flailin,and tails wagging like they was 2 kids in A sandlot.and then she got his head,Lord A' mighty,we were hushed again,and we looked close into the fracas and that brown dog done popped her other front leg.and she turned,s the scratch was called.the owner asked me what would i do?so I asked Red,and that look of determination and fire she'd had after the first broke leg had one dfference,I looked at her and she had intent.
the brown dogs handler came over to ask me what to do,he'd said his dog had enough and it looked like red wouldn't make her scratch.right then he'd let me know something.something i'd taken from my days fighting underground at clubs and on the block.I found his weakness.he allowed that his dog was hurt,bad and wanted out,yet he wanted the W.so I thought,huh uh,like I really thought.he'd shown me his weakness,and I knew I had the better dog.
I made out like I just wanted A courtesy scratch,yet I added the what the heck,what the heck i said,if she makes it across let them go til she turns.well,'ol boy didn't know I knew his heart and my dog.
we set Red down,her front end was wrecked,but that flagpole on the other end,you could have hung A rebel flag on it and shouted "the south will rise again"and folks would rush HE!! with A water bucket.thats how fired up she was.well, red di it folks,she pushed her way across that box quicker than some 4 legged dogs would cross it at 1:42.she reached up and grabbed that brown dog and his handler released him.By God and all that redneckin stands for that red dog let out A scream,you'd have thought banshees were about to rush our git-too.it sent chills up down and all around everyones bodies.she screamed,and she shook and she made that brown dog give.the 'ol boy had been submitted,and I knew it.he tuned away from the fight.we had to use 2 break sticks to get her off of him.we asked the handler what he wanted to do.did he want to scratch his dog or what?he looked more whupped than his dog.he dropped his towel as he took his dog over the wall.
so,we took our dog to the tailgate,got out the fluids and the vitamins,salve and suture.we commence to rehydrating her,got her stitched up pretty as A plastic surgeon would.we splinted her legs,fired up the grill,cooked her A fat rib eye,bone in,and A bowl of broccoli,some green beans and cut up kidney and liver,lightly cooked and steamed and she had her victory meal.
she wasn't A big cuss at 38 # so we let her ride home in the cab,we cocked the wing windows at her,rolled down the door glass and turned on the puerto rican air conditioner,whic is windows open blazin down the road at 70 mph.it was cold,early winter time,ya see,ya don't match dogs less'n it's cold.
that was the night,the next day we made her ta home.she was waited on hand and foot(leg too).it weren't 2 weeks,I'd come into the house and red was on the easy chair like she'd owned the joint.and the only way out of the locked back room was to open the door,which she had.she chewed A big hole in it and walked her dainty self to my chair.so I guess she was fixed up pretty.
now I didn't know it but the red dog was in store for A name change.I walked to the door and was headed outside to kennel her,so I called her.I got out back and she darted off the deck.but she was movin funny.she ran to the fence,then turned back to me and she was 3 inches shorter in the front than before the match.and I looked closer,she was bow legged,elbows pointed out,right then saw she was crooked legged.
so now,my gal the red dog got her renamin,we took to callin her crook.Crook was the piggin dog from the deep down.
we couldn't match her again.it would not have been right with the way she'd healed.
so the Crook went on her first hunt,funny thing about some dogs.they know about the box and when it's time to get it on.when we did take her out ta piggin we had A sorry lot of nasty dogs that was fire and brimstone when it came to piggin.
I cain't tell you how many times I had to pull that motley crew of plotts and hoolas apart.they would peel each others hide off for no good reason.
we put crook into the mix,and right off another onea them big hoolas grabbed her by the scruff,picked her straight up in the air and went to shakin her.then the mangy plott who was lead wanted some.he went for Crook,while she was in mid air,seein that plott comin in for A grip,she caught him on his nose,he screamed bloody murder.that hoola let go,and A 3 rd dog tried to get some.she hit her feet,dodged under his big self and grabbed his stifle.that fella quit growlin and started to whimper cry and all them boys knew then that their was gonna be respect for the queen of the hunt.
so we finally got to traipsin behind th dogs,everyone leary of that gal.and Boys,she was A natural as A fish takes to water.them boys of the ball,scented up some pigs,and they didn't bolt off.they were old hands at piggin.scent was the mark sight was the cue.they traveled the scent to the strong,and we noticed them across the pasture,rootin in the cabbage palms.
the thing I admired the most about this pack 'O dogs was they'd done this so long,and become so ta home at it that they always went for the king of the lair.I couldn't tell you when he last time was they randomly jumped a feeder pig,it had happened 'bout never.
so they set into this one boar and he was A big cuss,goin 300+.the boar peeled off from the gang.actually they weaned him out.that big hoola was fond of knockin on the back door.tryin to catch 'im up by A leg.the other dogs were circlin and rushin in,tryin to ge the 'ol boy to turn out.I looked across just in time to see that pig hook A dog just inside the collar of it's vest and sling it straight up in the air.
no-one thought of crook up to that point,you become so mesmerized by the hunt that all you can do is watch it as it un folds.
then we hear it,that cry of the banshees.
that 'ol gal,she'd set them boys straight back by the trucks,she let them know with the quick fashion that she was the Belle of the ball,and nothin not no-one was gonna mess with her fellas.
she scratched into that pig,she hit him like they were in the box,she knocked him over and got the biggest ear pick you'd ever see A dog get,why that day it looked like she put on what we called the alligator mouth.she had 'ol boy from the top of his ear to the bottom of his jaw muscle.and he let out A squeal to draw rank from the other pigs but they were long gone to another rootin plot.
we got over to that pig,by then everyone of them dogs were holdin.them dogs would hold A pig down so steady that had we chosen to play A had of rummy,the pig would be our table.
so my buddy,he was the surgeon,he stuck that pig clean.
once it bled out I smeared A handful all over crooks face.she licked what she could and the other dogs helped her.
we hitched A few of them dogs to the pig,they loved to drag them to where we could truck them.
Crook never picked A fight after that with any dog,some what would growl at her would soon find out, for she'd go for their stifle.
and we all know,we gotta protect the boys,without them we ain't nuthin.