REAL HISTORY OF A LVING LEGEND (reprint)

so so funny. Plenty stories out there, I geuss it's up to ones self to decide which version of truth they choose to believe. But for the record to the Mayfield cult, I don't have any prob with DM, and no reason to defend FB. Either way I feel about this whole story I still learned volumes from DM compared to only speaking to FB a couple of times. Just needed you dummies to know that it's not always someone not liking a person as to why they feel a certain way. Sometimes you just have a gut feeling and have to go with that, doesn't mean you have to hate the person you doubt!


March isn't the only month for Madness!!

 

Cajun I agree with the sentiment that you have to go with a gut feeling, when theres a reasonable doubt, and everyone has to make up their own mind based on what they understand to be true, and what they also understand about how family bred dogs come about ,and I firmly believe what don said about eli, and I also believe billy is not bred as papered, but not because don said so, but because when I took a look at it , and looked at the whole picture of that story , then I have yet to be convinced that its otherwise .


And if we are dummies Cajun what are you guys who go on gut feelings based on floyds legend status over facts that should lead you to realise your probably wrong , and you call us the Mayfield cult, i find that hilarious coming from you Cajun, who has yet to even try to disprove my belief or try to convince me im wrong , and your best attempt has been to bang on about don and the 30yrs later , which you obviously don't want to understand eventhough its been explained to you a dozen times , so all i can say to you Cajun is, if your happy to believe what you do about billy /eli .then good for you , and be assured it wont have any affect on me agreeing with you on future posts where I do agree with you ,just because you don't agree with me on this one ,I will leave that to the more small minded members to do .

 

The cult reference applies because you have proven for nine pages you have to continuously argue your point instead of simply stating your opinion and why you believe this way.You have rambled on the same shit post after post.Randy Fox gave you all kinds of reason why he didn't believe this to be correct and all you could reply is " what about the dob".Nothing else and I do believe you are dense enough to believe case closed anyone who doesn't believe this is just defending Floyd.You argued for 17 pages on the other forum until the thread was closed and you were banned.Same shit no closer to the truth.

 

Howard Heinzl could tell your dumbass Billy was sired by Dibo and your reply would be "But Floyd said" and "we as a fraternity all know the facts about the story of Dibo" Lmao.Stuck on stupid is what you are.You and Key could be right and so could everyone else on this thread.

 

i heard it from don personal
could not catch him on a ly sence 1980

 

agustus if hienzl could tell me dibo sired billy , ive yet to ever see him say that, but ofcourse that would do it, but what randy said was the same WE MUST BELIVE FLOYD , nothing to give any factual reason as to why and the dobs and dibo story you and others conviently try tom disregard is still the only real facts we have other than a mans word, but whatever others have said, you agustus as per usual just like to post hate and nothing form which anybody can be any the wiser, and in that dept I think when you use the word dumb to others, you should know about that as your about the most dumb person on here .

 

also have it in his letters .....when start to have contact ...1979
we did letters and Phone
i stil have his letters i think my letters don't excist anymore lol
we phoning ...he talk i listen lol
later on the chat .......

 

HH and ET didn't say he was sired by Dibo, but they didn't say he wasn't either. You seem to think that because there was no internet back in that time that people didn't know how dogs were supposedly bred. If I'm not mistaken I believe ET was suppose to be there when Billy got counted out looking for the other dog and expressed his delight at that sight.


March isn't the only month for Madness!!

 

Cajun that's my point exactly why didn't they say billy was out of dibo if that was true rather than say nothing ?


As for the story of earl jumping for joy seeing blly being counted out looking for the other dog, well what does that porve Cajun , does it porve billy msut have been out of dibo? or does it mean that earl was excited as im sure he and many other fanciers were and had been many times before at pitside and voiced their enjoyment of that ? or was earl happy that billy lost and the other dog had won , who knows right?


If the only folks at pitside making a noise or enjoying themselves are only the ones who either have a direct interest in the dog , then out of lets say 50 at pitside only around say 6 would be saying anything at any given time during a match , and everyone else would just be sitting there quietly not saying a word or getting involved with the match , and just waiting for a dog they have something to do with and its match before getting vocal , which of course is nonsense , and im sure you know this, and lets not forget that earl like many others at pitside had porbalby had a good drink in him and just as a normal course of an evenings entertainment he and im sure amny others showed their enjoyment at the matche or matches that night , and my question to you and any other person who believes that billy was out of dibo is this , why didn't earl ever say billy was out of dibo if he was so proud of him at this match as you want us to believe cajun, im sure that would be something he or anyone else would have said , its normal human behaviour , I know I would have said so and im sure you would also Cajun, so why did earl never say that about billy the dog he jumped for joy over ?

 

Did Earl say any dog was off Dibo that you have record of.Even if he said Billy was off Dibo it wouldnt make it true.Did he say Cracker was Crybaby or any other dog?Another stupid reply chik.

 

agustus now its obvious your just a troll against anything I say, as your last post shows, you are calling my reply stupid, when it was Cajun who made the point that earl nor heinzl had said billy was out of dibo , and all I did was makemy point as to why, but you choose to pick mine out , very convienient for you .




Agustus , you even say that if earl said billy was out of dibo it wont make it true , wELL now your being a bit silly aren't you, I mean I suppose anything is possible, but if at the time when earl was jumping in the air from joy at billys scratch lol , and someone had asked him if billy was out of his dibo dog, and earl had said yes, your telling me that even that knowing that Floyd had been claiming he was , wouldnt have been enough for you ? well even I would have said ok maybe he is at that point , so realy agustus, if your always going to find a reason to argue withme just for the sake of it,,i think your last psot shows it .


As for DO WE KNOW OF ANY DOG THAT EARL EVER SAID WAS OUT OF DIBO, WELL IM BETTING THERE IS LOL , AND LIKE I SAID TO CAJUN DONT YOU TIHNK THAT IF BILLY WAS OUT OF DIBO AND EARL WAS ONLY JUMPING WITH JOY LOL BECASUE HE WAS , THAT HE MIGHT HAVE MADE SOME MENTION OF THIS AT SOME POINT , I MEAN EARL WAS NOT A SHRINKING VIOLET WHEN IT CAME TOTELELING THE WORLD HOW GOOD HE AND HIS DOGS WERE OVER THE YEARS , AND KNOWING AS HE MUST HAVE DONE THAT THERE HAD BEEN TALK OF BILLY NOT BEING OUT OF DIBO OR CLAIMS AS SUCH , I FIND IT ABNORMALTHAT EARL WOULD NOT SAY IT EITHER IN PRINT OR IN A PUBLIC PLACE WHERE IT COULD BE KNOWN ABOUT IF HE WAS DONT YOU ?

 

Lots of people believe Eli was from the Crybaby litter.Many people believe Earl hung Dibos name on alot of dogs that were not actually sired by him.My point is Earl was a lier when it came to his peds just like Pat Patrick and Maurice.Probly Floyd and Don as well.If I had to say if Floyds peds are one hundred percent correct I would say no and neither are anyone elses of that era.Its the idea you think you have figured something out that I find amusing.You think Blind Billys ped is a lie so that means Eli is off crybaby.One does not prove the other.How is Boze bred genius?I have talked a little bit of shit to you called you stupid a few times.My bad.Its just a stupid argument that should have stopped pages ago.I believe there is just as good a chance that Floyd thought Billy was sired by Dibo just like Don thought all of his Dibo peds were true not likely in my opinion.

 

The following is a story by Don Mayfield about his good friend Earl Tudor. It was written in the fall of 1982 and published in a Dutch magazine in the spring of 1983. It was then reprinted in the fall of that same year in, “The Pit Bull Almanac” and edited by Gascon in California.

We would like to make it clear that this excerpt was taken verbatim and unedited. All non-pitbull related topics and statements are the sole opinion of the author and not this website.

“The Oklahoma Kid”
By
Don Mayfield

Fall 1982

In 1951 after near 100 years of breeding gamedogs in the U.S.A. the breeding reached a peak. In Arizona a male named “Bouncer” was bred to a female called “Bambi” by a man called Ed Ritcheson. In the litter was a red dog with a deep blue black nose. This dog was bred from the Core of American bred gamedogs, he was raised and named by a black man from a pup. This dog was named “Dibo,” in the heart of Africa the word Dibo means “Devil.” In his pedigree were over 100 years of American bred gamedogs that had been proven in the pit, all his close family were the gamest bred in the world. Dibo and his close family was the product of this American breeding, his bloodline showed all the areas of the U.S.A. The American Gamedogs in Dibo’s pedigree were dogs that proved their gameness in the Core of the gamedog game in America. These gamedogs came into our nation near the mid 1800’s from Europe. Some of the gamedogs that were brought into our nation were of “outcross” breeding. When different pure families in England, Ireland, and Scotland were bred together in their nations, then imported into our nation and bred with either a pure or cross bred family, that were being “matched” into one another to prove which were the gamest families. Men like Cockney Charlie Lloyd imported pure family breeding, and “pure” English breeding and cross bred it with the English breeding here in our nation. These men match few dogs, but proved their breeding was of the gamest bred. In the days of the late 1800’s and early 1900’s Con Feeley who matched more dogs than any man in his time became the breeder of the different outcross English families that had been bred here in the U.S.A., Con bred a family of dogs from what he proved were the games dogs bred in the U.S.A. in his time. F.G. Henry imported some English red dogs and crossed them with the proven family of the Con Feeleys.

In the same days the English dogs were being matched, proven and bred, on the Northern coast of our nation. The Irish families were being done the same way in the area of the East Coast. J.P. Colby was a man that bred together different pure Irish game families with the Irish outcrosses that was being crossed together on the East Coast. A number of different men matched and proved the gameness of the breeding that were being bred at the “Core” of the “game.” In the late 1800’s and early 1900’s the Irish dogs of outcross breeding, the ones that were proving themselves as the gamest bred, made it to Texas in the yard of Bill Shipley. Bill imported a pure Irish family from Ireland and crossed it with the crossbred family that had been bred in the U.S.A.

In the early 1900’s the next name to fill the shoes of the number one gamedog man of his time, and only a few men here in this new nation had wore these shoes, the last was Con Feeley from Illinois. But in 1908 Earl Tudor showed up in Oklahoma from Kentucky. Earl matched more dogs and proved his understanding of gameness more than any man in his time. He bred together the families of F.G. Henry to the families of Con Feeley. In the late 1930’s and early 1940’s Earl was proving his breeding the gamest bred. At that time he crossed the dogs of the purest that had been proven of the English breeding to the Irish families of Bill Shipley, 200 miles from him in Texas. This brought together the games dogs bred from the north and the gamest dogs bred from the East to near the center of the U.S.A. In the days of Earl Tudor when he proved his breeding the gamest bred, dogs from his breeding were being bred in most the States in the U.S.A., this was in the 1940’s. In the early 1950’s Earl Tudor was in Arizona looking at the breeding of the gamedogs, when he was taken to see the dog “Dibo.” Earl liked very much what he saw, and took the dog back to Oklahoma with him. At first he called this red dog “Runt,” but later he changed his name back to “Dibo.” Earl bred “Dibo” to a number of females bred from his family of dogs. In the late 1950’s and early 1960’s Earl began to bring together a family of dogs breeding them “pure.” His dogs were different than any of the different families being bred in the U.S.A. The one’s from his families were the ones at the “Core” with most all the other breeding in the U.S.A. being of outcross breeding from Earl’s yard.

In the years of early 1960’s to the early 1970’s Earl bred his understanding of “American Gamedogs” into a family of dogs that all looked alike

In the early 1960’s to the late 1970’s we proved the gameness of more “American Gamedogs” than any man of our time at the “Core” of the game. (Before the game became against the “law.”) Today in the early 1980’s society around the world is seeking the gamest family of dogs bred in the world. Here in Texas on a mountain top beside a long creek we have bred from the “Core” a family of very “pure American Game bred dogs.” In the last number of years we have bred only a small number of dogs from this family. At this time when a number of nations are seeking the gamest family of dogs bred, it being the “American Gamedog,” it being “proven” in a number of nations matched into the different men’s understanding of gameness. At this same time “Paul Harvey” a newsman said, “in a nation today man is trying to prove a dog has a “spirit and soul” that goes to “heaven”. I am an outcross bred Texas man that has spent over 20 years looking into the insides of dogs, I am a believer the dogs house the “spirit and soul” of the devil, and is becoming man’s best friend. Here in the U.S.A. where the people of the most outcross breeding are born, we are the breeders of the gamest dogs bred in the world. Here in Texas where the most outcross bred people in the U.S.A. are raised, we breed a game family of American Gamedogs to the point of gameness that that only (3) kinds of people can bear to be around them. Those three kinds of people are people that feed them, and people like a “saint,” are a person with the faith of the devil himself. The ones like the “saint” the dogs will be scared of, and show fight along with the jump in his lap and lick him all over his face. But when a man of little faith looks eye to eye with this kind of game bred dog, the man become within great danger of this dog. But the dog will be scared of the ones more like saints and turn their heads away from them. I have watched many of these game bred dogs as they are looked in the eye of by a number of men we have met in our time with these dogs. I have looked also at the men when hey do the looking.This story I write you seeker of gamedogs comes from my understanding of the research we have involved ourselves with in over the last near 25 years, of Gamedogs and Gamemen who I have been a lover of both. In my eyes the gamest man ever bred was our Lord Jesus. He being an outcross bred man of God and mankind and took his death on the cross other than tell one little lie. That is the faith and spirit of a gameman.One Fall morning at sunrise in the year of 1961 we met Earl Tudor at his home in Oklahoma. We had with us a nice bred female bred from his family of dogs. We came to meet him and talk to him about breeding the female. We did a lot of talking and bred the female, then drove the near 250 miles back home in Texas. Within the next number of years we made the trip to Earl’s place many times. On one trip I remember sitting on a couch with Earl as he had bad eyes and always wanted me to sit close so he could look me in the eyes when we talked. We most always talked about breeding, as we sat talking, trying to stare each other down. We had our own ways of understanding conditions and taught each other what we had done, and were doing. But when it came time to talk about breeding I only asked questions. I remember one time Earl who was in his mid 60’s about that time, broke down in tears and cried like a bay as he told me, “these damn so called friends of one dog deal or another who steal the credit of every dog bred, never gave me one damn bit of credit for “my dogs.” Then he would wipe the tears from his eyes, put his glasses back on, get in my face and say; it’s all in the “breeding” Don, it’s all in the “breeding.” Then he would tell dogs and others, he would tell me about the breeding of those dogs as the pure ones, the family bred dogs, not the cross ones, the pure ones. Then I would say Earl, what was the best ones that you had, he would cock his head, and his wife Flo would speak up and say, “the best dogs Earl had were the old Henry dogs, you never lost a match with a Henry dog did you Earl???” and Earl with a smile on his face would say; “You’re right Flo, the dogs of old man Henry’s family were the red eyed dogs and were game to the core.” He would say to me, “The eyes were as red as a coon’s eyes, they had a big mouth with a lot of muscle in the head, most were black, but some were white, and some were red rednose dogs.” He said all the Henry dogs could bite hard and were very wild to work and handle. And like the preacher man from Oklahoma he would scream like a cat in the middle of the night, get down on the floor on his knees and say they were deep game dogs, bred of the English breeding. I set there on the couch like a red headed stranger thinking don’t cross him, don’t boss him, he’s wild in his sorrow he’s ridden and hidden his pain. He would then get in his place and say, “they were good ones, Don.” He was like a wild black stallion, and his wife, Flo, was as frail as a bay. His love for the gamedogs was like a mountain so big, and for hours we set and talked on and on. He would speak up like the bright lights of Denver of 10 thousand jewels in the sky when he talked, looking me straight in the eyes. He said, “if only I could call back the days when it was nobody’s business where you’re going, or where you come from.” Then, he would ell me about “Dibo,” “Demon,” Black Jack jr. and his sire, and dam. He would say to me, “Don, in the 20’s here in Oklahoma times were hard to survive, we fought dogs and cocks to survive. In the 30’s the men still took an Indian squaw anytime they cared for one. Then in the days the winds came and blowed for 7 years it took two feet, to three feet of top soil from the farm land of the Irish race of people. And in those days when the Irish race in Oklahoma could not survive in the “Grapes of Wrath” they picked up and moved to California to become the farmers of the world.In those days we had three “pits” on our place, we fought cocks and a few dogs each week for a number of years. He would then tell me, he had been shot 6 different times by 6 different men, and never once went to the hospital, the doctor came to his house. Once his brother-in-law shot him and they never called the doctor, as Flo dressed the hole where it went in, and the hole where it came out. He said; “In those days we kept 7 dogs close to ready at all times, they were matched in one week’s time.” He said I would run in the fields with my dogs, in those days, there were no fences to cross just open land. He said; We had a mound built of sand with a chair that turned all the way around. We kept 7 dogs staked around the chair, I had a long fishing pole with a tail tied on a line. We would go from dog to dog for two or three with one working while the others worked the coontail. Earl then said we never had a tread mill in those days, if we had one we wouldn’t use it. The catmill was the best to work a dog on and I would say, “yes Earl I know, I have one in my yard,” and then he’d look me in the eyes and say, tell me the way you work ‘em, and I would start to talk telling him each and every thing we did as his eyes started to shine like saying, stay a little longer. As I talked on he would move quick with his head high saying that’s right that’s right. And as the stories were told over the years on his couch, we always ended in talking about “breeding,” as he would say; “The Irish dogs were also deep game dogs.” He would tell me about the different pure breeding of the different families. Then, the tears would come with shakes, and the cry of agony as he looked me in the eyes and said, “these damn so called friends never gave me one bit of credit for my family of dogs, those big shots Shipley and Feeley they got all the credit. Earl always called Bill Shipley the “Big Shot.” He sent his female Flash with a black man to be bred to Red Jerry. He would tell his black friend just what the dog looked like to breed the female to. He would then laugh like and angel flying too close to the ground, he would speak up and say, it was the English dogs Don, you can hear these know it alls talk about the Irish dogs and they were good ones, but the English dogs was where it was at. Red eyed dogs as red as a ruby. Wild to go very hot dogs that would eat up a person, and Flo would speak up and say “Lord yes,” as she pulled up her long cotton dress to her knees and pulled her knee socks down to her ankles to show her scars from dog bites. Earl then laughed and said Flo got bit two or three times trying to part some that would break loose when I weren’t here. I got where I told her to stay in the house and let them fight to the death. So she don’t get bit no more. She would speak up and say; Phyllis those Henry dogs had a big mouth and you had to beat them in the head with a piece of iron to get them to turn loose. Earl would say, “Ya’ll she’s telling you the truth, she’d have a iron bar or hammer in her hand and if one got on her she’d beat it in the head and kill it. Then he would say she’s a sweet little old thing ain’t she, I don’t know how I could have ever made it without her. Flo was a slip 5 ft., 3 in. small woman of near 90 lbs. Earl being a small man, in his prime 117 lbs. with gloves on. He said he would have been a fighter if he had not got shot in the belly one time. As he said Bert was the stronger fighter of us two, but I was like the sun from over the mountain with a sunlight that dances on your skin, but Bert he did me wrong and I never him. And we would talk on about breeding. Earl carried the famous name of “Tudor,” the famous King’s who went by the names of Henry the First, and so on, in Europe.

In the 1400’s in England the way was open for the only surviving Lancastrian with strength to take and keep the throne. Henry Tudor was a descendent of John Tudor of Gaunt. He had spent half his life in Wales, the rest on the Continent. Urged to intervene, he found Welsh forces eager to join him when he landed at Milford Haven, and led them on into England. King Richard met them outside Market Bosworth, near Leicester, on 22nd of August 1485. The first battle was the gamebred “wardogs.” The royal army was larger but fought with less conviction. Many nolles on whom Richard was relying had already decided to defect. Richard himself fought bravely, but was accorded little respect for this after his death. The crown of England found in a bush was placed on Henry Tudors head, and the corpse of the dead King was stripped naked, tossed across a horse, and carried unceremoniously to Leicester. The last of the Plantagenets was gone. The stage was set for the “Tudors.” The mark of the Tudors were the dog and the dragon.

Earl never told me he was from the English Tudor family, but he had the same little beadie eyes as the pictures of the Tudors of England. He had the courage of a line of Kings that would get in your face the last days of his life that came in 1977. Earl became a hard man to be around the last year or two of his life from the hate he had within, he kept a pistol in his pocket from sunup to sundown, and did a lot of crying the last years of his life. He told me stories about bad men he knew who always stopped and visited him as they came through east of the Texas Panhandle in Western Oklahoma where the rocks peer out of the ground in rows as if they had been planted. Poor land that at this time is too poor to grow weeds. He told me about a time he spent in court as they tried him for murder. He told me stories about life and gamedogs that can only be told in a “Book.”

Earl Tudor was a man that liked all of us that kept only two kinds of dogs. Those he liked, and those given to him by a friend. He started breeding his family of dogs in 1908 after being around them all his boyhood life. His first dog to match was a Henry bred dog called “Jack Swift.” He bred him to a Henry bitch called “Black Star” and produced a dog called “Judge,” and he went to trial for 60 years proving his value of truth and understanding of breeding to be unbeatable over the years. It was like a whiskey river that never went dry in most of Earl’s grown life. He was the town bootlegger and his friend Jim Williams was the law. Jim always bred his females at Earl’s house and it was Jim Williams who led Earl’s last stud dog out of his yard. Jim and Earl lived 19 miles from south to north from one another, on the same road. They were just another sample of two friends that had come to the point of hating each other from their many dog deals, but were friends to the end of them both. Earl would say of Jim, “that no good old popper hanging dogpeddler” and Jim would say “I don’t know why Earl talks to bad of me.” Jim could come and deal dogs with Earl all his life and he did. Earl would say about his life as a bootlegger and the “law”, that he never gave as much as a cigarette to, and he was never busted in his many years. And Jim he would tell how he would call Earl and tell him to close shop till the state men left town, each time the state men came to town to try and bust a bootlegger. Earl knew people like Pretty Boy Floyd, Baby Face Nelson, Frank Nash who was raised just a few miles from Earls in what was then called the Bad Land of Oklahoma when survival of life was hard, but like a Oklahoma preacher Earl climbed high on his mountain and screamed like a cat, after walking from Kentucky when a young boy rode in a wagon pulled by oxen. But like a red headed stranger that rode into red rock on a black stallion he made his mark ion the world of life and gamedogs. And like he said you can’t hang a man for killing a woman who’s stealing your horse. And out on the edge of life is where Earl lived in the Badlands of Oklahoma. He told me one time he won 24 matches in 24 months, he said; “Hell there ain’t nobody that can win 24 straight fair, not even me, as he would laugh, and give me a fake right and left to the jaw. He was like the sun from over the mountain top dancing on your skin. And like a light house that stands alone Earl traveled down the roads of life in and around Oklahoma. At one time he had over 100 gamedogs and 200 cocks. He made his own cock spears from bed springs. But the gamedogs was his love from the hate he had within of men.

The game we as men play when seeking the gamest dogs bred, is in life as seeking t hat true friend, after the man deals in life where men are having a hard time to survive in land that is called “bad.” As Earl cried out in pain from his butchered body as he lived one day at a time. He told me so many stories with so many different dogs names, we talked for days. He lived by the graveyard where his folks lay to their amazing grace, as he too lay there to rest. But at the time of God’s grace we will all arise and be counted for, as I can sometime hear his voice and spirit saying “go for it Don.” “Go for it.” It was like take this job and shove it I’ll make it my way and he did, but I tell you for sure his last years were as hard as any I have seen. He told me, he said Don; “If a man told me could win over my dogs I would tell him I would beat him within so much time and he did.” He told me; “one time we were matched into the “Big Shot.” Shipley and his friends came down with an old timer a month before he died of old age. His name was Frumble of Arkansas. He was a good old man, I told him after the dogs met, bet your money it don’t go 20 minutes. And at 18 minutes the “Big Shot’s” dog fell dead in the center of the pit, and old man Frumble was the only man there that seen what I did, he shaked my hand and told me how glad he was to get to meet the “Oklahoma Kid” before he died, he just hugged my neck and left, and sad I seen what you did, I seen. And Earl just laughed and said he was one hell of a man he was, one hell of a man. He then stood up then he set back down. And told me each time we visited many dog stories of too many different dog names to tell about at this time. Earl bred the Henry dogs as pure as he could an crossed it with the Feeley and Shipley families from his understanding of what he had seen in the different matches of his life. “Dibo” was a dog bred of 41 years of Earl’s life. In the pedigree of Dibo for 8 generations the three men whose names show up the most, was Earl Tudor of Oklahoma 39 times, Con Feeley of Illinois, 36 times, Bill Shipley of Texas, 24 times. Compared to those three men the others in the pedigree of Dibo were gamedog feeders. Those three men were at the Core of the game where only the truth was. The female Gordons “Red Lady” was an American bred female where Tudors name showed up 38 times in her pedigree. When Earl bred Dibo to Red Lady his name showed in their offsprings Jeff, Spike, & Buck 77 times. In the pedigree of Black Widow, Earl Tudors name shows 69 times. When he bred Spike to Black Widow his name showed in the pedigree of Baby 146 times. He thenbred Spikes brother Jeff to Baby, and produced “Nigger” his last and purest family bred stud dog. His name appeared in Nigger’s pedigree 223 times. He then bred Nigger to his sister and produced one lone female called “Spookie,” and his name appeared in her pedigree 446 times. Those two American Gamedogs were the purest bred of Earl Tudors understanding of the game he had played near 67 years of his life. And at this time after he is dead and gone there is still some of his so called friends trying to take his credit of breeding.

A Breeder of American Gamedogs

As taken from “American Gameness and Heritage, Vol. 1: Rednecks

So which story of Dibo is the truth since the fraternity knows and accepts the story of Dibo so well?

 

The Dibo line descended from the inbred Lloyd*s Pilot ( Pilot was bred at the “Red Lion Inn” in Birmingham, England and imported by Charles “Cockney Charlie” Lloyd, of Manhattan, New York City ) strain of Con Feeley of Chicago which was then selectively bred by Joe Corvino, also of Chicago and resulted in 2 key dogs, Corvino*s Gimp ( Dibo*s Great-Grandsire) and his litter brother Corvino*s Shorty. Dibo also had some influence from the powerful strain of Frank Henry of Marietta, Ohio whose blood centered around his “Richmond” dog which was imported from Wolverhampton, England. This Richmond blood was blended with Lloyd*s Pilot blood of W.T. Delihant and great aces such as Swineford*s Ch King Paddy, Henry*s Ch Black Brandy, Tudor*s Gr Ch Black Jack and his much-feared son Peterson*s Gr Ch Black Jack, Jr. resulted. Gr Ch Black Jack, Jr. was out of Cunningham*s Nellie, a pure Henry bitch descended from Richmond. A daughter of Gr Ch Black Jack, Jr. was then bred to the imported Irish “Old Family” gamedog Bill Shipley*s Red Jerry owned by Shipley of Texas who maintained a breeding partnership with Irishman Jim Corcoran. This breeding yielded the bitch Tudor*s Goldie, a devastating pit dog which Joe Corvino bought from Earl Tudor and incorporated into his breeding program, which ultimately resulted in Dibo.

Dibo*s dam was Ed Ritcheson*s Bambi. Bambi, also known as Heinzl*s Bambi, was sired by Ritcheson*s Spike and she was out of Ritcheson*s Spotty. A novice by the name of W. D. Smith acquired Bambi and made the breeding to Wiz Hubbard*s Bounce. Smith eventually sold Dibo, as a pup, to a man named Jensen who only wanted a pet for his son. The young boy named his pet Dumbo, but tired of him and wished for a collie, as Lassie was popular at that time. Jensen then contacted Mr. Heinzl in regard to trading Dumbo for a collie pup. Howard Heinzl knew Bounce and Bambi were good individuals, but still had his doubts as one of Bounce*s sisters were questionable, and Bambi was cold. The trade was made and Dumbo went home with Howard Heinzl and stayed, where he would follow Mr. Heinzl and stayed out of the reach of the other chained dogs on the yard for about two years.

Earl Tudor visited Heinzl*s yard and took a liking to Dumbo. Mr. Heinzl offered Mr. Tudor any dog on his yard, trying to convince him to purchase a good dog. In spite of everything, Tudor took Dumbo home and changed his name to Dibo. Dibo was stolen shortyl after and was sold to a black restaurant owner, who named him Runt, Frank Ferris later changed all the incorrect papers. The pup wouldn*t hit a lick until it was 2 1/2 years old, but when it did, it was an cae dog from that day forward! Floyd Boudreaux and William Burley owned a good brindle dog named Buzz on halves. They had to pull this pup off Buzz in :18 minutes as he wrecked Buzz in short order. Floyd matched him at 39 lbs. into a 40 lb. dog and won the contest in style and short order. He used his dad*s Man dog 6 weeks later and matched into Gaboon Trahan and his highly regarded Country Boy dog, gave him a pound and beat him in :33 minutes. Tudor got Dibo back from the gentleman and by the age of four, Dibo had finally turned on and eventually became a three time winner at 44 lbs. His performance record is minute in comparison to his ability to produce.

 

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Agustus at last a post that has osme points to it rather than just attacking me for having a point of my own, so thank you and lets hope we can keep our replys like this ok.


Now I agree with a lot of what you said in the post, but excuse me if you find it amusing that I and only I have figured something out ,as all I have tried to do is connect the dots ,as you have ,and others also either for or against , but you find mine amsusing and others not , am I allowed to have a say ? that is what the forums are about are they not, and like you say there are many things we can only speculate on, so everything is really trying to get a better idea at what might be true vs what might not.


I think if we believe that billy is faked , then I also think that considering the coincidence of crybaby being at floyds to whelp her pups, and knowing the type of dogs Floyd had pre crybaby/eli then I think it wouldn't be to much of a stretch to arrive at the realization that its pretty likely that eli was not from scrub x candy ,but that is for each one of us to make our own minds up about it , and of course anything is possible , but let me ask you this agustus , what do you think is the more likely truth about billy and eli , do you think billy was out of dibo and eli out of scrub x candy ? or do you think theres enough doubt about it ? that's all I was saying from the get go , and I agree that theres many unknown things around these dgos, but hell whats the point of forums if we cant have a discussion (not argument if possible lol) about it , so from one genius to another take care ok

 

instead of making part 2 rednecks
don made the video's ....telling al the history ..by himself lol

 

My point is CIK I can dam well bet that ET knew that the Billy dog was claimed to be of his breeding and I doubt that he would have not said anything. Since it was probaly common knowledge that Billy was from Dibo their would be no reason for either to come out an say yes this is true, it if it wasn't they would def have reason to say it's not.


March isn't the only month for Madness!!

 

most of the time its not complicated .......
the guys where not living next door to eachother .
meaby floyd have thought for a while ...witht he problem don has right now ...he never wil come back ......
a dog man from my arera thought some how i was out of dogs ...he did not had talked to much to don .....
but when he thought that ...he start writing to don in a happy way ...like we never wil for get you lol......
had to do that i had to stap back by the dogs for a peroide ..private problems

 

I believe it was ET who said that the key to success was finding a winner, and making the pedigree show it was from your breeding! Lol so in all actuality there is a good chance that all the dogs he bred at that time had some kind of mixed up pedigrees


March isn't the only month for Madness!!