The Single Gamest Dog ...

[evolutionkennels]

Here is a fun topic

What is the single gamest dog you have ever owned?

This is not to imply that "all your other dogs were curs," lol, but surely everybody has ONE dog that stands out, that was so game they had gameness to spare ... one where you would bet your life that dog would never quit, regardless of any circumstance. For me, that dog was Red Sonja:

Vise-Grip's Red Sonja

I have owned many game dogs, I have bred many game dogs, but this bitch was something truly special, truly once-in-a-lifetime. You could literally "feel" her gameness: it beamed out of her in everything she did. (So many funny stories to tell ). And people would almost line-up to pet her, afterwards, after seeing how intense and determined she was.

It was a hollow, hollow day when she passed ... as I knew there would never be another dog like her again, no matter how many game, or even great dogs I bred ... there would only be only ONE Vise-Grip's Red Sonja.

Her ability was only average, but her enthusiasm for her job, and her relentless determination to absolutely positively triumph just made you smile

So here is your chance to give props to the ONE "gamest dog you ever had" ... the one dog you know in your bones will never be replaced ...

Jack

love her, . and I got half sisters AND brothers to her

[Officially Retired]

love her, . and I got half sisters AND brothers to her

You know I love the Hollingsworth stuff as much as anyone ... but the thing that made Red Sonja Red Sonja was the Coca Cola blood, not Bull.

Both lines contributed gameness, but the Hollingsworth dogs would take bottom a lot, take a beating, would get better the longer it went, and would just keep scratching ... whereas neither Coca Cola nor Red Sonja were ever off their feet, not once, even spotting weight.

They were going forward ... and everything else was going backward
They were busy, furious little tanks of energy that would never stop trying ... never stop pushing ... always eager, always happy, and always absolutely determined as they could be.

They were almost the Polar Opposite of the Hollingsworth dogs, which were slow, lazy, but DEEPLY game dogs... that would get better the longer it goes.

Red Sonja was like Pacman on methamphetamines

[EWO]

http://www.thepitbullbible.com/forum...p?dog_id=42272

This dog went on to win two, one in :51 (BIS) and the next in :26. The first was a :51 minute onslaught giving up a pound but never knowing the difference. The second was brutal but the circumstances were less than perfect for the other guy. I collected a forfeit on a Monday prior to a Saturday show at 37. This guy has a 2XW that collected on Saturday morning prior to a Saturday show. They called. By now my 37 is 38.5/39. I had just fed up. On Sunday night he was 38 and they were 36.5. He started out front, styed in front, and the weight showed up early and it was an in the box RIP. Same weight I believe he would have won anyway. Both wins showed his ability to dominate and finish but his display of gameness came way earlier.

Ozzie was 9 or so months old. He had all the cliché's going for him, 'hot as fish grease', 'had to be separated at 6 weeks', 'born ready'. I moved him from one side of the farm to the other. He had a collar failure (used O'Brien collars for a long time and it is the only issue I ever had, as most outlast the dogs and still use them today). I have no idea what happened. I was 45 minutes away when my son called and told me Ozzie was off the chain and with Cornbread (if Tarheel Matt reads this he can vouch for Cornbread and what he could deliver). I broke all the traffic laws on the way home. When I got there Ozzie was stretched out between Cornbread and Patricks Anvil (SleightonXYeska). It was a tug of war with a limp and dead body. I broke Anvil off first and then Cornbread. As I broke Cornbread off I used my foot to shove/toss the lifeless body out of the chain spot. I was checking Cornbread over as the little puppy did some work on his head. Ozzie then stood up, focused, opened his mouth and came back. A 'lifeless' 8-10 foot scratch. I stopped him, backed him away and he was pulling to go back. As I carried him to the shop he constantly maneuvered his head to keep his eye on the other dog.

It was countless ringers and hydration and shock prevention for two straight days. Most would not have saved him but after seeing that much heart I would have worked on him til the end of time. I sat on him til he was near three before I 'schooled' him. He picked up right where he left off and never once hinted he would hang it up. He seemed happy just to have one dog at a time. LOL.

His gameness was never quite shown on show night but that one cold winter morning erased any doubts about his desire or intent to stay. EWO

[evolutionkennels]

Love his breeding. absolutely love it

[Officially Retired]

Awesome story, EWO. Do you have a photo of your boy?

PS: I added his deserved BIS to his pedigree

[EWO]

I will look thru some old photos. As much as I appreciate the history I was to dumb to preserve a lot of my own history. I was never into pictures and what not. There is a bunch of dogs I wish I had slowed down enough to photograph. I will look. EWO

[SwampDweller]

I have 2; my TELLY HANKTON dog, and my CH. SHADOW bitch. Both showed deep gameness beyond measure, and I can only pray that their offspring will follow the same pathway.

[evolutionkennels]

You know I love the Hollingsworth stuff as much as anyone ... but the thing that made Red Sonja Red Sonja was the Coca Cola blood, not Bull.

Both lines contributed gameness, but the Hollingsworth dogs would take bottom a lot, take a beating, would get better the longer it went, and would just keep scratching ... whereas neither Coca Cola nor Red Sonja were ever off their feet, not once, even spotting weight.

They were going forward ... and everything else was going backward
They were busy, furious little tanks of energy that would never stop trying ... never stop pushing ... always eager, always happy, and always absolutely determined as they could be.

They were almost the Polar Opposite of the Hollingsworth dogs, which were slow, lazy, but DEEPLY game dogs... that would get better the longer it goes.

Red Sonja was like Pacman on methamphetamines

That's the plan with my red pirate bitch. Red pirate was a dominating champion. Flame and Jack just started, and super ability dogs so far, when I breed that to Bull... . hold on to your pants

[dtakennels]

http://www.thepitbullbible.com/forum...p?dog_id=42272

This dog went on to win two, one in :51 (BIS) and the next in :26. The first was a :51 minute onslaught giving up a pound but never knowing the difference. The second was brutal but the circumstances were less than perfect for the other guy. I collected a forfeit on a Monday prior to a Saturday show at 37. This guy has a 2XW that collected on Saturday morning prior to a Saturday show. They called. By now my 37 is 38.5/39. I had just fed up. On Sunday night he was 38 and they were 36.5. He started out front, styed in front, and the weight showed up early and it was an in the box RIP. Same weight I believe he would have won anyway. Both wins showed his ability to dominate and finish but his display of gameness came way earlier.

Ozzie was 9 or so months old. He had all the cliché's going for him, 'hot as fish grease', 'had to be separated at 6 weeks', 'born ready'. I moved him from one side of the farm to the other. He had a collar failure (used O'Brien collars for a long time and it is the only issue I ever had, as most outlast the dogs and still use them today). I have no idea what happened. I was 45 minutes away when my son called and told me Ozzie was off the chain and with Cornbread (if Tarheel Matt reads this he can vouch for Cornbread and what he could deliver). I broke all the traffic laws on the way home. When I got there Ozzie was stretched out between Cornbread and Patricks Anvil (SleightonXYeska). It was a tug of war with a limp and dead body. I broke Anvil off first and then Cornbread. As I broke Cornbread off I used my foot to shove/toss the lifeless body out of the chain spot. I was checking Cornbread over as the little puppy did some work on his head. Ozzie then stood up, focused, opened his mouth and came back. A 'lifeless' 8-10 foot scratch. I stopped him, backed him away and he was pulling to go back. As I carried him to the shop he constantly maneuvered his head to keep his eye on the other dog.

It was countless ringers and hydration and shock prevention for two straight days. Most would not have saved him but after seeing that much heart I would have worked on him til the end of time. I sat on him til he was near three before I 'schooled' him. He picked up right where he left off and never once hinted he would hang it up. He seemed happy just to have one dog at a time. LOL.

His gameness was never quite shown on show night but that one cold winter morning erased any doubts about his desire or intent to stay. EWO

Old Ozzie......Wish I had just bought the whole litter from old boy instead of the 2 pups for stud fee....I think he had 5 or 6 and all were stolen from the yard...

[EWO]

Me too. What I really wish is I got one out of every Kasai litter. But you already know that. Give me a holler. Tell 'Hard D' I said Hi!.