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His Like Will Never Pass This Way Again

Discussion in 'APBT History' started by Dr. Lector, Jul 3, 2012.

  1. Dr. Lector

    Dr. Lector Big Dog

    His Like Will Never Pass This Way Again


    Once there was a pup of proud heritage, whom was the product of a father, to daughter, breeding. This pup didn't need any papers to prove he was a bulldog. He was a spitting image to his sire, R. Sorrell's CH. PISTOL PETE, so I called him PISTOL PETE Jr. I raised him like he was my son. His like will never pass this way again.

    He was buckskin and white, and weighed 35 Ibs. of muscle, heart, and determination. Hewas 15/16 PISTOL PETE-MISS SPIKE, with 1/16 BULLYSON. Many felt that his breeding made him too pure for the pit, but he was a freak of nature. PETE Jr. had natural ability, scratched like a train, screamed like a diesel, but what he did best was bite hard!

    My mentor, who was Ronnie Duhon, said save him for a stud. I longed for the glory of winning in the pit, so at 16 months, I opened his weight to the world, at 35 Ibs. I felt that if I hadn't managed to stop him, by now, then no dog could. I placed PETE Jr. in the hands of a man, with enough experience to help me with his keep, even though it was against the advice of my mentor. Only the young are so foolish.

    After 8 weeks of chasing a coon, on the jenny, the day finally arrived. There were 4 sons of PISTOL PETE being showed that night, and I still miss the era of the big shows! Dog men gathered from far, and near, to witness the havoc that was to take place in Cajun Country. PETE Jr., and I, was to open the show, and I could feel how ready he was to get it started.

    We washed the dogs with care, to insure everything was fair, and then we entered the ringfirst. I was nervous, but PETE Jr. was steady, and a sure as a rock. I felt that the Lord had blessed me to be able to hold a dog, such as this, between my legs. Time seemedfrozen, as the brought in Turner's SAMBO, our mortal enemy.

    There was our opponent, over in the corner. There was nothing left to do, because thetime had come, and out of the blue I heard, "Release your dogs!" I released PETE Jr., my son, to wage war on SAMBO. He charged for the chest, as if saying, "May the best dog win!"

    PETE Jr. took a deep hold, and I whispered in his ear, "Shake him, son!" I heard bone crackling, like fried eggs. He was earning the nickname, Master of Disaster. I heard SAMBO whine, and I felt that it was the beginning of the end. To my amazement, SAMBO was far from through. He reached down, and took PETE Jr. by the head (for he had no ears), and shook for all he was worth. I had to give the devil his due, because SAMBO was a real bulldog! Once he got on PETE Jr.'s head, he was there to stay. It was as if he knew that if PETE Jr. got to him again, he would be in deep trouble.

    It was not to be. I had worked PETE Jr. so hard, that all he had left was heart and determination. After 1 hour and 58 minutes, and four game scratches, I knew it was too late. My PETE had met his fate. Even though he also knew this, he made one more game scratch for me. He was barely able to stand, blind, and already passing into the afterlife. He fell (But my friends he didn't stand the line!), and when he realized that he could no longer stand...He crawled, screaming at his mortal enemy, and collapsed 3, or 4, steps away from SAMBO. He passed away, right in front of my eyes.

    My son, my dear PETE Jr., had succumbed to my stupidity, and SAMBO had sealed his fate. Everyone there, that night, will say he was dead game, but all I can say is I lost a piece of me in that pit. What I wouldn't give to be able to pet him one more time, so I could say good-bye. He was one hell of a bulldog, and he added joy to my life! I will never forget him, for his like shall never pass this way again!

    ~ T. Kennels

    YIS
     
  2. Great one right there Dr Lector.
     
  3. PureGameness

    PureGameness Big Dog

    Great read, thanks for sharing!
     
  4. mjang212

    mjang212 Pup

    thanks for the read it was very fun to read lols
     
  5. satnam1980

    satnam1980 Banned

    Great story I really enjoying it.
     
  6. tigerboy5

    tigerboy5 Big Dog

    Great read and he sounded like a great bulldog.
     
  7. Rock n Rye

    Rock n Rye CH Dog

    I would have listened to Ronnie.
     
  8. Thanks for sharing ! Loved reading it.
     
  9. pitbullkid86

    pitbullkid86 Big Dog

    Great read!!! Thanks for sharing...
     
  10. Mashamplan

    Mashamplan Big Dog

    Awesome read, thanx.
     
  11. RedGoodbye

    RedGoodbye CH Dog

    goosebumps....
     
  12. preme

    preme CH Dog

    Yes indeedy good read
     
  13. thecableguy

    thecableguy Big Dog

    thanks a million good read
     
  14. kera5

    kera5 Big Dog

    good read!
     
  15. hnelson

    hnelson Big Dog

    Hey doc or anybody got a link to the ped of the sire?
     
  16. Rock n Rye

    Rock n Rye CH Dog

  17. csotelo9388

    csotelo9388 Big Dog

    Damn frget the goose bumps...almost shed a tear
     
  18. sega

    sega Big Dog

    Pretty deep
     
  19. hnelson

    hnelson Big Dog

  20. stinkrock

    stinkrock Top Dog

    thanks for sharing.
     

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