The Hunter's Horn Oct, 1959 Page Fifteen Walker Family Set Breeding Pattern A. A. Doran Concord, Calif. Some have asked that I write at length my experience and  choice as to breeding in foxhounds, and this winter I'll try to do that sometime, but right now I'm thinking about one asker that'll be surprised, because when we think back to days when hunters were seeking pack dogs, we'll find the Triggs among the best.   I'll say the Triggs have been the most overlooked because the few hounds they tested got in front of them, but stop and think, if your hound stayed ahead of my hound for, say two hours or so, and then they settle down for the rest of the night with my dogs packing and finished, after all they have covered just the same amount of ground. Mr. Moller told me that he paid $700 for two hounds that would catch coyotes and kill.  One was a registered Trigg.  The Walker men were the most successful breeders of all times because they made improvement, bred up and then followed along with the records.  Today they try to outclass others with a fancy pedigree and follow up with an inbred hound.  In view of the fact that the Walkers made and set correct patterns and with such few willing to follow up, who is to blame the hounds or men? Just recently a man from Illinois said that the Walker men just accidently hit a perfect combination in crossing, but think again.  Do you believe that if a hunter points directly at a target and hits, it's an accident?  No, it is only a matter of who's holding the gun, Walkers. I'm a full hound man, yes-sir-ee, but I'm living in a spot where a half-breed serves me better.  A red fox and pack that'll take him, all working the drive like the bees work with the queen, is my favorite dish.  Seldom can a three-hour race settle my desires in hounds. Note:  If I ever breed any dogs I'll try to do as the Walkers, regardless of strain.  I'll start with good strong stump and graft in some new blood of equal ability, etc.  Oh, yes, I've seen hounds run as far in three hours as some would all night, but this doesn't concern that kind. Just recently I was up in Lake County with an eight-year-old half breed cat dog visiting with friends, mostly on a fishing trip, but I took this dog along anyway.  Blue, as we call him, bayed under a bluff rock what we thought might be a rattlesnake.  My partner said he would go up and see.  Soon I heard Blue fight a bit and down the hill came the worst frightened man I've ever seen, saying a bear had charged at him and Blue.   He said "That dog saved my life, snapping at that bear."  He refused to go back up with me, so I blew my car horn. I'm not selling dogs, so no matter what he does, the prices doesn't go up.  Keep writing.