Arleigh decided on a strategy for the remains of their summer. He would invite other handlers training nearby to come work with them for a day or two. It was a tradition in the game, gave the dogs a chance to hunt new ground, the handlers and help an opportunity to socialize and see how the competition’s prospects were coming along.
While he had only been roading Rampaging, which he planned to sell by the end of the prairie trials, he would show the dog to select handlers he figured had an owner willing to pay a good price. He had for sale also the three derby siblings of Rampaging and they were coming along pretty well. They were also teaching Bob about training. Read more
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The Handoff ~ Part I
Arleigh Gant had campaigned two decades, but this would be his last season. He’d gotten the news from his doctor in June. He’d decided to go to North Dakota in July as usual, but with only one adult dog. That dog would be Rampaging, a first-year, and last season’s Derby of the Year. Arleigh still owned him.
He’d told his four dog owners of his decision to quit the circuit but not the reason. He did not want anyone to know of his illness. He’d sent the owners’ dogs to other handlers of their choice.
He would take also three coming derbies of his own, siblings of Rampaging from his bitch Hannah, sired like Rampaging by Miller’s White Powder, now banned. Read more
Ben and Sam’s Secret Sideline
Ben Reach had a secret, a well-guarded secret. He constantly studied character. His law practice afforded the perfect laboratory for this game. Sam Nixon, MD played it with him. While they largely fished in silence, they made exceptions to discuss men and women who fascinated them.
Very rich people particularly fascinated them. Not that they admired them — quite the contrary in most cases. Men and women who used wealth to push others around or drive too harsh bargains infuriated them. There were lots of them in Southwest Georgia.
Owners of shooting plantations left them by Robber Baron ancestors tended to be demanding skin flints in their dealings with their help, black and white. They revealed this most amusingly when a new plantation owner dared to hire away a prized butler or cook or dog trainer by offering higher wages. Doing so was a sure way to be black balled in plantation society. Read more
The Test
Carl Dean slept little. He was up as usual at five. He and his partner Fred Archer were living for the duration of the National Championship in a former tenant house on a farm ten miles east of the Ames Plantation. This was the trial’s last day, and Fred Archer’s sole entry, Arkansas Andy, would go down in the afternoon brace. Carl would scout. His inability to sleep last night Read more
Special Stage
Among the pleasures of age Remembering places we love Visiting them in mind’s eye Seeing old friends there as well Many such places lie In my memory bank Ready to revisit By simply closing my eyes I can see Course Two at Chinquapin With handlers and horses waiting At the foot of Buck’s Hill To hear a judge say let ‘em go See two pointers sprint Up that hill and Read more
Turkey Season Dilemma (with Epilogue)
As soon as the spring burn was done the turkey hunting would begin on Bent Pine Plantation. Usually Amos King welcomed it, but this year it’s approach brought him dread. He sensed it could bring disaster. Amos occupied unique positions on Bent Pine. Hunting wagon driver, or mule skinner, in quail season, turkey caller in turkey season, boat paddler for spring bream fishing, bar tender at cocktail hour whenever any Read more
Mike Furcolow Remembered
I first met Mike at the 1995 Florida Open All-Age Championship where I had come to report my first trial and Mike had come to watch his Double Rebel Buck, Continental Champion of 1994, to be handled by Fred Dileo. Buck won, and would repeat in 1996, with Mike again watching. Over several ensuing years I would see Mike and his wife Terri Daniel at the Florida and the Continental Read more
A Tale Often Told
In A Hypothetical, I posted on Facebook about a stolen point and asked readers whether they would confess their thieving dog’s larceny to the judges and pick up, or accept the good luck that their dog’s crime went judicially unseen. That was back in 2016, and recently reposted. Here is a true story on the same theme, involving two of field trialing’s best known characters, John Rex and Robin Gates. Read more
The Lesson
It was the Masters Quail Championship. Billy White was in his third year as a handler on the circuit, and he had lucked onto a truly great dog, one of the many out of western Kentucky bought as a first year all-age by a very wealthy financier newly fascinating by the obscure sport of field trials. That owner was a throw back to the early years when men like Pierre Read more
A Judging Dilemma
As had become almost habitual, Ben Reach was a last-minute substitute for a reporter who failed to show. The stake was an end-of-season all-age qualifier being run on an iconic wild bird plantation near Albany. One of the announced judges had also flat rocked, and when on arriving at the plantation, Ben learned who the substitute judge was he almost claimed a health emergency to get out of his assignment. Read more