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Texas in the 1970's

Discussion in 'APBT History' started by F.W.K., Aug 12, 2019.

  1. F.W.K.

    F.W.K. CH Dog

    Texas in the 1970's from the Top of

    Lookout mountain -TEX ELMHURST

    THIS STORY WAS WROTE AND FIRST PUBLISHED NEAR THE 1980's

    Here in Texas the American Gamedogs (the gamest bred dogs in the World) reached its Peak in the Pit. These days were before 1978 when Mr. Hog and his Texas Rangers came to the last big Texas Show. That was in the Spring of 1978, April Fools Day. In those years the best dogs bred were meeting the best dogs winning in the Pit. The gamest of the gamest Family were to the point of taking near their death, coming from the bottom and stopping the ones short on breeding. In 1968 the Humaine Society told the World about the game fighting dogs that had been bred and proven here in the U.S.A. since near 1850. The pedigree of the gamest Family of dogs in the World was put on the front page of nearly 75 percent of all the newspapers in the U.S.A. At that time in the late 1960's the game's number was near 200 people in the World that had an interest in these American Gamedogs, and the Humaine Society wrote about the Texas Core. In the 1960's the game was like one percent from every walk of life. The people all had one interest and were from every walk of life in the U.S.A. The Humaine Societies would write in their stories (that in the 1970's were reaching around the world) how the large percent of the game was pimps and whores. Then in the 1970's a large percent of pimps and whores got into the game. Then they would write about how there were also doctors, lawyers, and Indian chiefs in the game, and in the 1970's came many doctors, lawyers, and Indian chiefs. In the 1970's the numbers of beginners from the Humaine Societies stories grew fast to nearly 10,000 owners in the world by 1980.

    In those years, the 1970's, my south Texas friend from 1960 put a full page advertisement on the back page of all the gamedog magazines other than Bloodlines. This Texan's name was Maurice Carver. He talked about nature, and anything one cared to talk about. This man had more color than a rainbow. He had a small black mustache and black eyes that shined. In the 19 70's, Maurice was near his low sixties. Chil Wells and Maurice were two who could never meet. In the 1970's I saw Maurice come out of his room in a motel where we would all be staying. He would have on his large white hat and black boots with diamonds as the eyes of gold American Gamedogs fighting on his cuff links, on his black silk shirt. The eyes of the gamedogs fighting on his fingers in gold and silver were red with rubies. On his large whit7 hat were gold fighting cocks and a bull in silver, with more gamedogs with diamonds in their eyes. He would stand and take a look around seeing who he could see, and they would be a group of seven or eight here, or two or three there, just a number talking game dogs and listening to stories about gamedogs. Maurice would then let out with a south Texas bloodcurdling scream while all in the area dropped their mouth and opened their eyes. As all looked at him, he would begin to laugh. He would laugh so hard he would begin to cough. Held cough till he would nearly throw up. By then he would be in the middle of a crowd of nearly fifteen or twenty, as he would then begin to talk and tell one story after another with all around him having a smile on their faces, listening to every word.

    As the 1970's started going by, year after year, the crowds grew larger and larger. In the 1970's, Maurice was selling and buying ninety percent of every game dog in Texas that was for sale. He kept the newspapers clear of gamedogs. He was promoting the ELI and BULLYSON family of dogs, and in the 1970's they

    became the large percent of the game, along with the stories from "Lookout Mountain." In the early 1970's the dogs bred up close to the ELI dog were showing hard bite and wild to go. The kind of dogs the beginners were falling in love with. The ELI dog was a dog bred from 7/8ths of the purest bred gamedogs in the world at that time, crossed with 1/8 American Staffordshire Terrier, a dog called TEX " OF ELMHURST. He was bred from a family of the number one show family in the U.S.A. In 1967, a Texan by the name of Jerry Clemmons was trying to produce a litter of black gamedogs when he bred a buckskin female of nearly 30 lbs. of Boudreaux breeding to the black dog, ELI. In March of 1971 one of the males of that litter showed in a full page ad saying, "We consider BULLYSON the best 50 to 54 lb. pit dog in the world." Then in the next issue another from the same litter was seen on a full page advertisement saying, "I am ELI JR., my brother BULLYSON claims to be the greatest 50 to 54 lb. pit dog in the world. After I get enough pups on the ground I will then prove once more no 50 to 54 lber. can equal me." Before the year 1970 was over, Maurice had BULLYSON in his yard with his puppy pens full of his offsprings. On a quiet day here in Sunnyvale in the years of 1970 one could hear Maurice on the peak of "Lookout Mountain" in South Texas screaming, "BULLYSON is the greatest American Gamedog in the world." At the same time Maurice was breeding his females to BULLYSON. He was also having females bred to his brother, ELI JR. It was not long till one could hear from every state in the U.S.A. and different areas of the world, many disciples crying out, BULLYSON, BULLYSON, BULLYSON. BULLYSON won his first match after his brother won his first match. ELI JR. was a young dog near two years when he won his first match. He was then owned by a beginner in the game named Dougles Nightrider. ELI JR. was the second male of that litter for Dougles to own, his first was a fight crazy brother of ELI JR. who jumped through an upstairs plate glass window at the age of near 8 months old to get to a street dog. He killed himself and Dougles then got ELI JR. from Jerry Clemmons. I worked ELI JR. for his first match, at the same time I worked a young black dog called HONDO for his first match. I turned ELI JR. over to Dougles nearly 11 weeks before the matches. We both won over two good dogs. ELI JR. broke his opponent's leg. HONDO broke his opponent's shoulder and his hip. ELI JR. and HONDO both got bit up bad with both matches lasting nearly one hour. ELI JR. had an off the chain match when he was nearly 16 months old. He was later sold to a Texan by the name of Bennett Clayton who owned him till he died of old age. He won a match in the hands of Bobby Hall before Bennett bought him.

    BULLYSON won his first match on the Texas Oklahoma Red River. He was matched and conditioned and owned by another Texan named Bobby Hall, a car salesman, and Red Walling, an owner of two radio stations and a motorcycle race track. BULLYSON won over a 5 lb. smaller dog from Bert Clouse in a one way match. At the same show we had the little black dog HONDO matched into Maurice and his red dog called FOX. Maurice saw too much in HONDO for his FOX dog, so he gave up forfeit and said there was no way he would put FOX in the pit with HONDO.

    Bobby Hall did sell his part of BULLYSON to Red Wallings, and Red put BULLYSON in Mau-rice's yard. At this time I had put two matches together with a nice place near 10 miles from here in Sunnyvale. Maurice and Ed Weaver came to me and asked if they could have a match in the same small two dog show that became a three match show. Maurice was using BULLYSON and Ed was using a brindle dog called SIR that he had just the month before rolled with a 45 lb. dog owned by a Baptist preacher named Hampton, another Texan, as is Ed Weaver, Bobby Hall, Red Walling, Dougles Nightrider, Bobby Lewis, and these others I am going to

    tell you readers of this Story about. When Ed rolled his SIR dog with the much smaller dog of Hampton's, SIR was trying to quit near the 15 minute mark. Ed stopped the roll before the 20 minute mark, but this time with BULLYSON, SIR quit and Maurice and Ed along with myself all made a little spending money, and our friend on "Lookout Mountain" began screaming so loud I could hear him here in Sunnyvale for a number of days each week. At that time we here in Sunnyvale began to look for a big dog the size of BULLYSON. At this time a friend of mine and Maurice, another Texan called J.F. Creel gave me a call from near Lookout Mountain and told me he had a dog called BENNY BOB who at that time was called BEAR. He said he rolled this dog with his brother BULLYSON JR. and "I feel he can win if he is conditioned by you." I went and picked up the dog BENNY BOB from Mr. J.F. Creel and as you readers of "A Rose is A Rose" do know about that match that did come off in the Spring of 1972. And the story does also tell how BENNY BOB did later in the year lose to Greenwood and the men of the West, then Larry McCall, two fine men even though they not be Texans. At this same show in May 1972 when BULLYSON lost, the dog from California called BARNEY lost to a Sunnyvale family of dogs bred by my friend Bud Womack, another Texan who I still see most every season. He lives nearly 20 miles from this mountain here in Sunnyvale. The PISTOL dog was also conditioned and fed from this yard as was BENNY BOB at the same time.

    Today, November 19th, 1983 near an hour before sunset when the full moon of Indian Summer was up from the east, near 1/8th high, an old friend from the late 1950's and early 1960's stopped by. It has been a number of years since I had last seen him other than at a funeral when one of our old friends died, or was killed in some way. This friend Bobby Lewis took me to see my first game dogs at battle. It was in 1959. Before a week was over I was the owner of two females, half sisters to a big white dog of Bobby's called MAJOR. The visit was not long today but the times of the past he did bring the both of us to thinking about today was nice.

    In the year of 1973 there began to be lullabys heard all over the world from Lookout Mountain in the tune of "La Cucuracha" and "Clementine" and the "Beast of England". It went like this:

    Beast of Texas, Beast of America, Beast of every land and clime Harken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time. BULLYSON JR., BULLYSON JR. He's the greatest of them all.



    The lullabys went on and on, and my Texas friend on Lookout Mountain at that time was getting a fine bred dog on the mountain called BUTCHER BOY from another Texan called Norman Hooten who bought him from another Texan, who he said, was a son of Jesse James, a man said to be buried here in Texas. His name (the one Norman got BUTCHER BOY from) was Frank Fitzwater, a Texan who had been matching American Gamedogs since the early 1900's. BUTCHER BOY was a dog bred from Tudor's family crossed with the Lightner and Colby family. He was near 5/8ths Tudor and 2/8ths Lightner, and 1/8th Colby. Norman first came to this mountain here in Sunnyvale to buy himself a good bred dog. I sent him to Frank Fitzwater's house as I did not have a young pup and Frank did. Later after BUTCHER BOY began to grow and Norman said he was moving to near Lookout Mountain, I gave him the address of Maurice Carver and told him he could get BUTCHER BOY schooled out with some of the dogs on Lookout Mountain as Maurice did school out a number of his dogs there too. This was in the late 19601s. The breeding of BUTCHER BOY was



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    This BUTCHER BOY was a good game dog that would have to be killed to stop him. His second match after a hard time at school on Lookout Mountain was in the fall of 1969 in Mississippi with a black dog handled by a small man in size called Edwards. BUTCHER BOY made nearly 4 or 5 scratches going in the air knowing Edward was out of the pit as his black dog would be hit that hard by BUTCHER BOY. The match went nearly 30 minutes. His first match was into a fine bred Tudor dog. It was a match where two good big ones were matched into one another. The one he was matched into his first match was BOOGER RED, a brother to COLORADO. BUTCHER BOY was a bigger dog and he still had to put out his best in order to win the match. It was a good match of two good ones. In these days the late 1960's and early 1970's the best dogs were meeting the best dogs.

    To understand time and the way of the game is to understand the percent of players who conditioned the handled the gamedogs in the 1950's were raised in the 19401s. The ones matching dogs in the 1960's were fresh out of the 1950's and the ones matching a percent of these dogs here in Texas were just out of the 1960's, although some players played in the 19401s, 1950's, 19601s, and 19701s. Norman Hooten was a young man who came out of the 1960's with his first dog and walked into the 1970's ready to go. He was a big strong blond headed Texan, one of the new pickup cowboys. He worked the ranches out of his pickup with his dog BUTCHER BOY. Pat Carver once said of Norman, "he's a fine guy but a lover of sweet things." She said you could take a stick and stick it into a jar of honey and put it in front of Norman's nose, and he would follow you around the world.





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  2. tomjones2

    tomjones2 Big Dog

    Thanks for sharing
     
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  3. slim12

    slim12 Super Moderator Staff Member

    In the 70's, I am going to guess the latter part of the 70's, my best friend's dad left NC one winter and stayed in Texas and Oklahoma for a number of weeks. He came back with some of those Texas dogs and some insight on the 'dry heat' keeps of south Texas.

    The following summer he did several dogs which was pretty much a dead time in rural NC due to the humidity and it was farming time, simply not enough time to farm and do dogs.

    Talking to the other fellows from this area he was ahead of the curve around here on water weight/drying one out in the heat vs. the cold winter. He was a step up for a number of years.

    My friend's Pops was as game as his dogs too. He once had been on the phone for a month or so arranging the purchase of another puppy off Red Boy between Marlowe and Bass, arranging a match down in SC and talking dogs with his new found friend in Texas. For the younger people it use to be long distance rates just to call the county next to you, and state to state calls were expensive. None of the free cell phone stuff of today. LOL

    His wife opened a phone bill the day he was leaving to pick up the puppy and set the forfeit. The phone bill was like 300-400 dollars or some crazy number like that. I can remember her yelling the phone bill was more than the dog, plus the gas, and the hotel and such and such. They were going at it pretty hard. He turned to walk away and she threw an 8" cast iron skillet like a tomahawk and split the back of his head open. it dropped him to one knee leaning into the door way of his truck.

    He staggered up, I was like 12 and scared shitless, he crawled up in his truck with a bandanna soaking blood and drove off.

    Years later he was telling the story as if he made a game move in sticking to the dogs and driving off, holding his ground.

    One of the older fellows told him he curred like any other cur....

    "You knew she had three or four more frying pans".

    They then trade the "Fuck you-s meant with brotherly love".

    It is sad I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I can remember so much useless shit about dogs. LOL

    S
     
  4. tomjones2

    tomjones2 Big Dog

    Thanks, figured it was an abrupt ending
     
  5. F.W.K.

    F.W.K. CH Dog

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  6. slim12

    slim12 Super Moderator Staff Member

    Now it is in the cover of darkness.....I can't imagine doing one in the broad day light with that many people.

    I'd draw up so far I would damn near be a girl. LOL

    S
     
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  7. F.W.K.

    F.W.K. CH Dog

    Before the 1976 animal welfare act it was a different world.
    1970, the Doberman Pincher or German Shepherd and Boxers were populair at here at the time.
    A different world.
     
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