Nice words Kamenos. Little reason to dedicate your life to bulldogs, still its so damn addictive.
R.i.p.
Nice words Kamenos. Little reason to dedicate your life to bulldogs, still its so damn addictive.
R.i.p.
A sad day indeed,but the man sure lived his life to the full. Not forgetting serving in WW2.
I always thought of him as up there with the very best & quite content to sit back & let his dogs do the talking.
Does anyone know who his first dogs were & who he got them from ?
Would have loved to read his life story......
Funeral program
http://www.thepitbullbible.com/forum...1&d=1389406810
Mr. Hughes lived a long life. I hope I live to be 90 years old. My condolence to all his family.
RIP to a true legend.
R.I.P MR. HUGHES, CONDOLENCE TO HIS FAMILY MEMBERS.
NICE PHOTOGRAPH THERE JACK!
May his soul rest in peace! A sad day indeed, not only for the dog world as it is said Lester Hughes treated everybody with respect and honesty who made his way up to him through the North Carolina mountains, whether it was someone who was just starting with the dogs or a well experienced dog man - he was a true gentleman of the kind which is just so rare these days.
An aquaintance of mine had visited him twice and "one felt to have been carried back for decades". The first time in the summer of 1997 right before The Old Mountain Man had been down on his luck the next winter when there was rather much snow and the melting of the snow must have set in so quickly, the creek which ran through his property turned into a rapid river in a few minutes and snatched all, dogs, Homer's tombstone, cottage, puppy pens. The flood had to have come so quickly there was no chance at all for saving one single dog. The second visit was in April 1999 after Mr. Hughes had moved to a new place next to his former house since his old estate had been destroyed last winter. "However, when talking to Lester, one felt that he missed his old place, where he had lived for about 40 years."
"He is not a man who brags about his many accomplishments or has anything negative to say about another dog man, and his word is his bond. He doesn't get involved in any of the petty squabbles or gossip so prevalent in the dog game, and is a remnant from an era when all that was required to seal business deal was a handshake and one's word."
Ed & Chris Faron, The Complete Gamedog
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"I started fighting dogs when I was a teenager. Back then everyone had some kind of dog, and there was always a dogfight going on somewhere around here. I had a big Collie then, supposedly a pure-bred but looking back, I imagine there must've been some bulldog in him because he had a big 'ol head with big lips and must've weighed about seventy-five pounds. His name was "Jack". We used to take him all over the Country and he whipped just about every dog in the area that anyone had. I got my first good dogs from a man in Tennessee... One of the first dogs he matched was his old "Ranger" dog, a son of Cotton's Bullet."
Ed & Chris Faron, The Complete Gamedog
Originally Posted by CA Jack
great pic
RIP
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