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| Welcome to the Foxhunting Friends Newsletter. If you have any news, articles, stories that you would like to share, please email them to foxhunting_friends@yahoo.com. Information can also be faxed to 251-947-5540. I will get them posted as soon as I can in the next weekly newsletter. I am trying a new format so everyone should be able to open this newsletter. Thank you again for your support and well wishes. I appreciate all the emails and calls letting me know how much you have enjoyed the newsletters. Rose McCurdy |
| Prayer List Everyone please say an extra prayer for the following foxhunters & friends. Rhonda Thomas is recovering from her surgery and needs everyone's continued prayers to get her through these next few months. We hope you get to feeling better Rhonda!!! ******* A friend we have known for over 30 years sure needs prayers...he is in the hospital and in serious condition with lung problems...is going to go home and have Hospice help..He has foxhunted since we have known him and has had some very good hounds... Irv and Sherrill (from Masterfox message board) ******* We had planned a S&D benefit hunt for a young man (David) to help with the costs associated with the cancer treatments he will need. He is 34 years old and had been diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. Back last spring he had a mole removed that turned out to be melanoma. At the time it was removed, the biopsy showed a "microscopic" amount in his lymph nodes under his arm. The lymph nodes were removed, he went thru a grueling round of interferon treatments, and was told he was "cancer free." A few weeks ago he had another spot come up on his shoulder blade. Upon biopsy, it was also found to be cancerous and a PETSCAN was done. The cancer has now moved to his lungs. (This is not your typical lung cancer, but melanoma that has metastisized to his lungs -- it is even more deadly and more rapid spreading). Doctors locally are offering little hope for him. Our intent was to raise money via S&D hunt to help send him to Duke University in NC for treatment. They have clinical trials and experimental drugs that have put many people into remission for years. We figure if we can help him to buy a few extra years, in that time maybe a cure will be found. I am begging that any hunter who might have considered attending our benefit hunt or anyone else who might feel compelled to donate to please consider making a small donation to this young man. Even a $5.00 donation, if by only 1/4 of the people who read this board were sent that would go a long way into helping with his medicines, travel, extended stays in NC, lodging, etc. Last but not least, please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Anyone wishing to donate can send to: David Butler (make checks/money orders to his name) c/o- Allison Mastin 9611 Sutters Road Partlow, Va. 22534 Last, but not least, if any of you have a mole or other suspicious area on your skin, PLEASE be sure to have it checked! Until this incident I had no idea just how deadly melanoma is and thought it was just "skin cancer." This cancer is one of the leading cause of cancer deaths among the younger generation. Thanks in advance to anyone who decides to contribute (Viagra's Mom/Allison- from Masterfox message board) |
| WHEN YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE, LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT...SAY NOTHING! |
| This Newsletter is dedicated to my family. I have had the opportunity to write about Irv & Sherrill, two people that I feel are some of the best examples of foxhunters there are, and that I know personally. I am now writing this article in dedication to my family. I only wish that some of you other families would send me articles on yourselves, so that we can learn more about you. I want to share my experience with you. Our kennel is Whispering Pines Kennels, and we live in Robertsdale, Alabama. If you don't know where Robertsdale is, it's located between Pensacola, Florida, Gulf Shores, Alabama and Mobile, Alabama. There are alot of very good hunters in our area, and if I started listing them, which I tried to do, the list would entail several pages and I couldn't finish my story. I just have to say we have many dear friends who are foxhunters and of course we have those that do not agree with our "way of raising hounds" but they are all still considered friends. I am writing this to tell you all, what a very dear person my husband is and what a very dedicated fox hunter he is. I met William around 27 years ago in Texas, and at that time I had no idea what a fox hound was. I grew up in Michigan and in Michigan, dogs DID NOT run deer or anything. It's just amazing how different things are in different areas. The good thing was that I always loved dogs. My first dog was a German Shepherd named Fritz that my 6th grade teacher gave me, as I was "teacher's pet" and I loved him dearly. When I met and married William I married into foxhunting. I believe at that time he might have had maybe 10 hounds. William had gotten started foxhunting with his Uncle Cecil and others in Pensacola Florida before it grew into the city it is now. We now have probably 80 or more hounds, and I can honestly say that alot of the hounds we have, are those we raised from babies. We have had at stud Gunstock Raleigh who we loved dearly and was so sad when he died. Before Raleigh we had alot of Liquor breeding, including Charter's Masterpiece and a lot of hounds out of Faulkner's Old Charter. We got alot of our hounds from Hop White and J.W. "Judge" Boorman out in Fort Worth, Texas. We also got hounds from Leroy Dodson in North Carolina. Judge and Hop were very dear friends of ours, and were deeply saddened by their deaths. Judge's wife Wynell is still alive and to this day we still chat with her on the phone and she comes to visit and always asks about the dogs. Judge used to call William "Sweet William and me Rosie O'Grady"... hahahah. We have had the lease on the Holt Fox Pen, in Holt, Florida for several years now and we think it is getting to be a fine pen. We limit the hounds to 40 hounds per night and always ask that the guys call and reserve a spot for the night they want to run. We do that to try to preserve the coyotes and fox and we think it's been working great. Our biggest problem at the pen has been the roads washing out and the beavers building dams and flooding the roads. continued on next page, same column |
| continued from page one I just wanted you all to know that I have one of the best husbands in the world. I also have the best children in the world. I would give my life for my family and I would do everything possible I could for anyone that considers me a friend. Karen has been such a big help to us, both with our business, McCurdy's Carpet Center and with our kennel. She is now married to John Baker, who hasn't really gotten into foxhunting yet, but we are working on him. Kim, our oldest daughter has moved back to Pensacola and has two beautiful children and they all love the dogs. You'll see Kim in the kitchen at Holt helping us cook along with Karen, and probably at Blackwater because she realized she really loves to go mud riding. Mike who is married to Stephanie has three beautiful sons, so he hasn't been able to help much in the hunting department, but he tries to do what he can. Our oldest son, Steve, has never really gotten into the hunting scene, but his son, Mikey, is growing up loving the hounds and already has one of his own. I have learned, that foxhunters are very dear friends. They are very dedicated and alot of them are always willing to help us at the pen when we need it. William goes to the pen almost every nite, then drives home around midnite, gets up at 6 to go to our store. He is trying so hard to make the pen an enjoyable place for hunter's to go to, as we have installed showers, bathrooms, a kitchen, camper spots and he is constantly working on the fence and stocking the pen. We would like to welcome everyone to come run in our pen. We think you would enjoy it. Right now we have Gunstock Top Cat at stud, who we got from our very dear friend Stewart Baxley, along with Whispering Pines Buckshot and Whispering Pines Frosty. We have pups for sale out of Top Cat. Some of our field trialing has produced some trophies for us including Wh. Pines Johnny Reb (Henderson's Flintlock ex Whispering Red Pepper) who won the Lucas McCurdy/Amy Carrier Memorial in 2006; Wh. Pines Rowdy (Henderson's Flintlock ex Whispering Red Pepper) who placed second in the Derby at the 2005 Blackwater Hunt; Whispering Big Red (Ch. Gunstock Raleigh ex Whispering Wynona) who placed on the bench several times, at several different hunts; Whispering Pistol (White Cat Hellums ex Adams Honkeytonk II) who won the Derby Combination at the Escambia River; Whispering Hitman who won the Derby Combination at the Santa Rosa Field Trial, plus many more. If you would like to see our hounds, please go to http://www.foxhoundspastandpresent.com/Whisperingpineskennels.html or just go to our main website, http://www.foxhoundspastandpresent.com and click on our kennel. ************************** |
| Commission Ruling virtually stops Foxhunting in West Virginia The Red Ranger November, 1938 Page 11 Foxhunting is at a very low ebb here in West Virginia. The Game and Fish Commission passed a ruling not to permit dogs in the woods during the months of May, June, July and August. that ruling has just about put the foxhunting out of business. If the foxhunter can't get into the wood during these months many of them are going to get rid of their dogs. These are the choice months for the foxhunter. In September you game hunt, and foxhunting is stopped for you can't do both adn work. The object of such rule is to protect the small game. We have more foxes here than ever before and if we are not allowed to hunt them, there will never be any small game. In the Kanawha valley there is very little hunting except for a bit of squirrel hunting in the fall and any one knows the fox or foxhunter is not interested in squirrel. I have two young dogs that have been in five or six chases this spring and just think I have had them copped up all summer. A nice chance they will have in September. The county is quarantined against rabies. I sure am disgusted. I believe in live and let live, but the foxhunter has been killed. There has been much protest against the rule through several at the clubs, but as it is now it is being enforced by game wardens. Duke Shaver, W. Va. ************************************* |
| WHAT J.T. BODE, HEAD OF MO. CONSERVATION COMMISSION, SAID AT FULTON The Red Ranger November, 1938 Page 17 Fulton, Mo. -- Every group of sportsmen in Missouri is welcome to council with the Missouri Conservation Commission in any effort to preserve their sport and assist in the state-wide conservation program, J.T. Bode, Director of the Commission, told members of the Missouri Fox Hunters' Association at their annual meeting. "The Conservation Commission recognizes the right of each group to its own legitimate form of sport," Bode told the foxhunters at a meeting which preceded a field meet in the early morning hours. "We regard foxhunting as a legitimate sport and I'm going to fight pretty hard before anyone can convince us that foxhunting should be abolished. But we must all recognize, of course, that one of the Commission's problems is to arrive at an equitable evaluation of all sports so that all may receive recognition. "There is a balance to be maintained among all game birds and animals, and we must keep working to maintain this balance. When it is off, we must all study the problem and determine how to remedy it. It is at such times that every group must be consulted and all of us work to meet the needs of good conservation. "In final analysis we are all concerned with three important fundamentals in game management, whether fox or coon hunters, bird hunters, fishermen or nature lovers. These fundamental requirements are adequate food, cover and water with ample facilities for the wildlife creatures to rear their young. Every sportsmen's group can assist toward this end with the idea in mind that when all these things are provided there will follow the balance needed for continuation of all sports in MIssouri." |
| BLOW THE HORN AND CALL THE HOUNDS The Red Ranger November, 1938 Pages 3, 4, 10, & 11 Speech by the Honorable Roy McKittrick, Attorney General of Missouri, at the 1938 Meeting of the Missouri State Fox Hunters Association at Fulton, Missouri. (Editor’s Note—Roy McKittrick was born in the country where as a boy he followed the hounds. All through his busy life he has remained steadfastly our friend and ally. Truly he can “talk with crowds and keep his virture, or walk with kings and not lose the common touch.” His speech at Fulton is a literary gem that will be kept and treasured by foxhunters everywhere.—L.F. G) Ladies and gentlemen—members of the greatest sport association that has ever been or ever will be organized, the Foxhunters: I am deeply grateful to have the pleasure of seeing you, but I appreciate more the opportunity of seeing magnificent hounds and again hearing the voices which recall to memory voices of other great dogs at other times. It is written in the first chapter of the Holy Writ, “God said, ‘let the earth bring forth the living creatures after his kind, cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth after their kind.’ And it was so. And God made the beasts of the earth after his kind. And on the same day, which was the sixth day, God said, ‘Let us make man,’ and he made man in his own image and his likeness, and gave man dominion over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. Out of the dust of the ground man was formed. Out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field and every fowl of the air, and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them.” And Adam named every living creature. He named the sly, cunning, bushy-tailed animal “fox,” and he named the animal with keen scent, with the most loyal heart of all animals, with the sweetest notes that rush from the throats of any other, “foxhound.” There are some people who have taught, some who are still teaching that the biblical record is all wrong and that man is the result of a process of evolution, whose ancestor is the monkey, but no one has ever yet contended that the foxhound was any relation of the monkey. There is no blood flowing in the veins and arteries of the foxhound that displays any monkey traits or characteristics. continued on next page, same column |
| Darwin and his theory may convince some that the ancestor of man is the monkey, but no man can ever convince the owner of a foxhound of anything but that the hound was created by God, and if evidence were required to prove that God created all beasts and creeping things as well as man, the sufficient and conclusive proof would be the American foxhound. No power but the power of God could have created a nose so keen and powerful to follow a scent and to distinguish scents, a heart that is as loyal and faithful to his master, as that which beats behind the shoulder of a foxhound. After Lord Fairfax in the beginning of the eighteenth century imported foxhounds to America, and as the log huts in the forest began to appear, the hounds followed the trail. In those pioneer days it was the hounds that gave their masters protection, that obtained for them the meat of life, and filled their hearts with joy and contentment, and to this day within our time, there are many people whose efforts along life’s pathway are being made lighter and easier, more pleasant and joyful by reason of their faithful foxhound. In the evening time when darkness veils the mortality of man, when there creeps about his heart and over his soul a gloom, a sadness, and when his mind is tortured and anguished by misfortunes which seem unbearable, and is so depressed as to kiss the dust and rise no more, his eyes glance to the dogs that lie about him, who, with a pleading look, a shaking paw and quivering tail, becken and plead with him to go in search of a fox to chase. The sufferer turns and reaches for his cap and lantern, then blows his horn and calls his dog; he begins to awaken from despair and desolation, he moves out into the starlight with a renewed hope, with a renewed desire of witnessing another chase, of hearing the barking of his dogs again, of seeing a fox waging a battle for life, of beholding the animal using all of its cunningness, strength and power to escape the fatal charge of baying hounds. Methinks I see again a foxhunter sitting upon a stake and rider fence, a hunter listening to the pursuing hounds drawing closer and closer to their prey. He knows that they are on a sweet, sweet scent by the thrill in their bark. As the excitement of the race begins to increase, he begins to wish and hope that the fox will win. His sorrow and his battles of life create a sympathy in his heart for the struggling animal that Adam named “fox,” and he is hoping and praying that the nimble fox will find some avenue of escape, that he will be able to reach his den with its peaceful surroundings, where he will be safe from the jaws of old Ned, Kate and Possum John. The night grows chilly and he builds a little fire and watches the blaze rise and ascend, and as he sits and listens to the music in the air, his soul begins to rise. The ebbing tide of hope returns to his bosom and a determination to try again tomorrow gives him an assurance in the race of life that all mankind has to run. Then he begins to enjoy the voices of his beloved hounds, and listens more intently and eagerly to the silver notes of Kate and the slow baying of old Ned, and the yelps of Possum John. They begin to thrill him with the thrills that surpass that of the fiddle and the bow. Those silver notes from Kate’s throat are whirling the blood through his veins like water over a cataract. The deep bass notes from the mouth of old Ned are causing his heart to beat with the rapidity of the jump of the fox. His body grows warmer as the race grows more tense. His excitement rises, he is forgetting the past, he is forgetting the hardships and misfortunes, the distress and disappointments of yesterdays. His mind is now soaring in that realm which almost reaches the border of Paradise; his soul seems to be, not in a land of sadness and shadow, but in Eden, where there is music, where there is sweet fragrance from the thickly wooded hills, where there is nothing but light in the midst of darkness. He hears music everywhere, all about him, from every hilltop, from every vale; nature seems to be singing to him as he sits upon the rail, but of all the music combined, to him there is none that is so grand, so melodious and beautiful as the music that is floating from the throats of Kate, old Ned and Possum John. After hours of running the red tongue of the fox is out, his tail is lowered, the baying of the dogs is not so swift and keen, it is now a battle of endurance; but suddenly and unexpectedly the morning star breaks the darkness and begins to shed its ray of light upon the hour, begins to suck the sparkling dew from the grass. continued next column, same page |
| Then he realizes it is time to blow his horn and call the dogs. He then wends his way back to that humble home which he left in despair and gloom, and as he passes through the gate he begins to whistle his favorite boyhood song, “Roses are red and violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.” With a smile on his face he enters the door and is met by his childhood sweetheart and greeted with a kiss upon his cheek. He grasps her in his arms and assures her that he is going to make another fight to escape the hounds of misfortune, as the fox escaped the jaws of his faithful dogs. Old Ned, Kate, and Possum John spared the life of the fox and restored the hope of their master. My friends, parents are spending millions and millions of dollars to educate their boys to enable them to cope with the adversities of life, and obtain victories along life’s pathway. Some parents think that the safest protection they can give their children is to leave them much of this world’s goods. Some parents believe if they leave their children stocks and bond and land, it will protect them against misery and want, and the countless and numerous misfortunes of life; or, if they spend thousands of dollars in having their intellect polished to the highest degree in the greatest colleges and universities in the land, that it is a guarantee and fortification for their children’ s happiness and security throughout their life. But what a mistaken philosophy. We only have to turn the last page of the last chapter in the last decade of our history and there we will find written thousands, yeah, millions of cases of crushed hopes and distress among the children of such thinking parents; and when such security was swept away like the house built upon sand, thousands of them today are standing at government doors begging, pleading for the bread of life. I believe the boy who has never had an opportunity to watch a fox chase, to behold the crafty fox maneuver in its race for life, has lost some great lessons that cannot be taught in any college or university. Every boy should have a post-graduate course in the temple of Nature where they sound the horn and call the dogs. To me it seems a tragedy that there are so many people, so many boys and girls who have never enjoyed the privilege of listening to the sweet music that floats from the throats of foxhounds, which is more beautiful and sweeter than the melodies from the bow. Thousands of boys and girls in our land have never had an opportunity to hear any music other than that from the strings of an orchestra playing jazz, swing and jitterbug music. Such music has not for its purpose the enrichment of life nor the purpose of stirring the soul to higher ideals, nor of soothing the tense, shaking nerves. Such music neither cools the fevered brain, nor rides upon the wings of zephyr, but the moment it is dashed from the fingers of the players its sound is lost in the dust and forgotten. There are some who have never heard music other than that coming from the highly trained voices and players in grand opera. Those comparatively few who attend the opera, are dressed in evening clothes, their fingers and breasts jeweled, their hair and clothes perfumed and scented with a scent that bloodhounds would not trail. Such people, of course, are not to be condemned for their love of opera, they are unfortunate, and the foxhunter pities them because they do not have the opportunity to listen to the melodies from the high and low plaintive notes planted in the throats of the foxhounds by the all-wise Creator. Nothing is more superb, more enthralling, and nothing makes men happier or more contented than to hear the opening notes of his beloved hound when the chase begins. I use the descriptive phrase of “Beloved Dog.” I used that phrase for the purpose of portraying the relationship that actually exists between the heart of the master and the heart of his dog. History and literature have recorded many facts and demonstrations of the love that exists between the foxhound and his owner. Many men have gone to their graves for the love of their dogs. Many dogs have lost their lives in defense of their master. The Master of all men gave his life for all men, the hound of any man will give his life for his master. The dog is not only willing to share with his master the joy and pleasure of the hunt and chase, but equally willing to share his perils and danger continued on the next page |
| continued from previous page Yes, men have murdered in defense of their dogs, men have killed to avenge the wrongful death of their beloved hound. There are many instances where men have taken the life of their fellowman because their dog has been wronged. One of the many instances has been revealed to the world in that soul-stirring picture of “Bugle Ann,” where the dead foxhound caused the death of its slayer and the incarceration in the penitentiary of its master. What greater love than that can be manifested by mortal man? Another thing I would like to say to my foxhunting friends is, that I am convinced more politicians should have a greater knowledge of fox hunting. I think government officials should be as true and loyal to their masters—the people—as the foxhound to its master. I believe they should be as watchful, as alert and as quick to act in defense of their master as the hound is of its master. The hound has no divided allegiance; the hound has no two masters—one today and another tomorrow. He serves only one. How much better government we would have it officials would follow the principles of the fox-running dogs. If officials would show as much zeal and ardor in bringing joy and contentment to the people whom they serve, as the hound when he brings meat to his master’s feet; if officials would display as much tenacity and determination when they strike the scent of crooks and wrong doers violating their trusts, as the hound when he hits the hot trail of a fox we would have better governments, and such officials as the fox, would soon be driven to the den of iron bars prepared for them. I am persuaded to believe that in politics and in official life too many display the characteristics and traits of the fox; too many are cunningly back-tracking over the trail, running in circles and walking the highest rail; too many are leaping from side to side in their endeavors to hide their scent and trail. Too many are using the fox’s cunningness and craftiness to escape detection, to hide in dark places, to fool their masters as to the direction they are going. If more of the traits of the hound, and less of the slyness of the fox, were exercised in government affairs we would have a better government. So, my friends, the memories that are the sweetest and the dearest to me are those that rush to my mind at this moment as I see again old Ned, Kate and Possum John as they jump the stake and rider fence and lead into the timber to pursue Old Tom, the fastest red fox of them all. I hear again the cycles of the decades upon the wings of time. I feel the muscles of the black, bald-faced pony trembling as she stops with her ears back to jump the fence in her eagerness to keep within the sound of the voices of the fast-running hounds. I see them now as they are running the circle the third time, crossing the meadow, up the branch and then into the timbers. Old Tom is losing ground. I know soon he will be trying some of his tricks of throwing the hound off his scent. But it cannot be done, Old Possum John, Old Ned and Kate are smart and clever, they are shrewd, loyal and true and they are fighting it out with him. Now I behold the dawn—Old Tom has gone to his den to rest and slumber—his race is won, he sleeps and dreams of another. In conclusion my friends, I say—May the fox continue to live, hence, “Sound the horn and call the hounds.” ************************************************** |
| Rambling with the Greenhorn The Hunter's Horn October, 1952 Page Thirty-two & Thirty-three It is a continuing source of amazement to us how few of our city bred friends are not only uninitiated but also have never heard of what the late Rev. Andrew Potter called the Foxhunter's Fraternity. Upon meeting us, or sometime later, they ask what we do with our time. We tell them we are associated with a fox and wolf hunting magazine. They are surprised that anyone hunts foxes and wolves, and there amazement knows no bounds when they learn it is done with dogs. They usually begin to snicker a little when we tell them a dyed-in-the-wool southern hunter usually would rather continued next column, same page |
| continued from previous column not catch and kills the fox because the chase is the thing. But when the thrill of the contest between pursued and pursuer is described, they become more interested, and if invited, probably would go out on a hunt. Some of them might make really good hunters, they just haven't had a chance. Perhaps every hunter ought to take it on himself to invite someone out that has never been hunting two or three times a year. It would help perpetuate the sport, and would win fox hunting the understand and good will it so sorely needs in this day of fox drives and anti-rabies campaigns. * * * Hounds, contrary to popular opinion, are not lazy. They have simply learned the art of conserving heir energies to be applied a the right time and inpursuit of a worthy objective. They were meant for the chase, and while not at it, they do not dissipate their strength in less worthy pursuits. Because of this they are capable of prodigious feats of endurance when endurance is needed in an all night chase. This is not laziness; it is wisdom. * * * Fox hunters do not lie; they sometimes simply find their stories go a little better unhindered by the whole truth. Pappy Yokum, cornered in an exaggeration, allows that what he says "were mainly so." When a fox hunter tells you a story, listen. Probably it will be "mainly so" even though it seems a little too good to be true. * * * It seems to us that the owners of some of the finest hounds in the country are among the most silent men we know. They are willing to let their hounds speak for themselves. * * * A hound need not be ashamed of being good looking. And if a fellow gets around much he soon learns that some of the good looking hounds can run too. * * * Men who have judged at field trials and bench shows are often the least prone to criticize the work of other men who try their hand at judging. * * * Even if we felt entirely competent (which we assuredly do not) as a judge, we are not sure we would be eager to judge shows. It is a lot of hard work, and the judge doesn't have a chance to do the visiting that is one of the best parts of any show. Not only that, but if he judges, how can he second guess the judge. * * * It is a good thing bench show judges have a sense of humor, as most of them do. We know of one who once spent a great deal of time lining up 10 hounds, while the persons down by benches nine and ten were really fuming, and not exactly keeping their distress to themselves. When he had the class lined up to his satisfaction, he said, "OK, turn them around, and that's the way they are." Hound ten became first in his class and the crowd got quite a chuckle. * * * Once we asked Henry Bell Covington how he went about judging. He said each show had to be approached as a separate problem. He preferred not to know what the bench records of the hounds being shown were, and if he did happen to know, he forgot it while he was judging. He said there was nothing wrong with a hound's beating another one time, and then losing to it later on. A hound that looks very good at a given show, may not look so good a few months later. * * * That makes pretty good sense. They say a year in a hound's life is equal to seven in that of a man. If so, judging a hound in shows four months apart is like meeting a man a second time after two years of not seeing him. Men can change quite a bit in two ears. We suppose a hound has just as much right to change quite a bit in four months. * * * A sage observer of the fox hunting scene once told us that you can tell by the way a fellow talks or writes how much foxhunter he is. No doubt he has the writer of this column pegged as pretty much of a greenhorn by now. He is absolutely right. But we guess even us greenhorns, being foxhunters, if of the second class, still have opinions. We think we are sometimes right, too. |
| Hounds for sale We are selling running hounds, puppies and some brood gyps due to the fact that we have too many right now. Various bloodlines. If interested, please call William McCurdy 251-942-1622 |
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| Half Jack Russell/Half Cairn Terrier pups for sale. We have three puppies left. They will be ready to go in three weeks. Will have first puppy shot and has been wormed. Will be small dogs. Contact Rose McCurdy 251-942-1622 |
| Full blooded Jack Russell Pups. Can be registered. Due the end of November. Call now to reserve your Jack Russell Pup. These will be able to be registered. Dad is short legged, mom is long legged. Contact Rose McCurdy 251-942-1622 |