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|Posted by Bama Red on March 8, 2012 at 10:20 AM|
GEORGE WILLIAM WOOD
March 16, 1919 - July 17, 2006
Longtime plant enthusiast and UA's first forester dies
About 15 years ago, George Wood's house burned to the ground. Undaunted, he cleared out a spot on the land next to the house and bought a mobile home.
He didn't want to leave his plants, his life's passion.
His search for interesting plant life began as a boy, and as the University of Alabama's first forester, he roamed the state. In the process, he became a living encyclopedia of Alabama's trees, shrubs and wildflowers.
On Monday, at age 87, he died, ending his pursuit of growing things. His death, friends said, is the state's loss.
"He was a remarkable person," said Richard Holland, botanist and president of the University of West Alabama. "?He probably knew more about the native plants than anyone I ever dealt with, especially locations."
Hired in 1959, he made a reputation as the source botanists and horticulturists turned to for information. Even after his retirement in 1989, he romped the land with members of the Alabama Wildflower Society, a group he started in 1971.
"Mr. Wood had the run of the university land," said Mary Jo Modica, horticulturist at the UA Arboretum. "He would find a particularly interesting plant and bring them to the arboretum."
It was always a mystery what plant Wood had with him when his truck barreled round the corner to the arboretum's office, said Modica, who has worked there 27 years.
He began the arboretum's wildflower garden, bringing in hundreds of species. He also planted trees, many of which are full-grown.
He shared with gardens in Huntsville, Birmingham and Mobile along with private nurseries, she said. In fact, his personal collection of species which grow outside his home on a rural road in north Tuscaloosa County will be donated to the arboretum.
"This person was of statewide importance," Modica said. "He wasn't just one of our local heroes."
His elementary school principal in Florence planted the love of growing things with frequent nature trips, said Richard Cobb, a friend and current president of the Tuscaloosa chapter of the Wildflower Society.
He served in World War II, earning Bronze and Silver stars. After the war, he went to Auburn University, graduating with a degree in forestry. He then got his master's at Duke University.
But Wood was a simple man, those who knew him said. In the Army, he turned down promotions so he could stay a private and remain in combat, Cobb said.
After graduation, he turned down the opportunity to teach, returning to Alabama as a forester for Gulf States. A few years later, the university decided to hire a forester to manage its almost 35,000 acres. Wood took the job.
He kept immaculate files, and Mark Beeler, current UA forester, would still call upon Wood for information.
"I'm building on the foundation that he laid down," he said.
A forester's job is often done alone, and Wood, who never married, had more time to devote to the job, Beeler said.
He came to campus about 10 a.m., did the necessary office odd jobs, went to lunch and then traveled to the field, said Beeler, who worked briefly with Wood before retirement.
"A lot of the times he was on the property well past the normal quitting time," he said.
He tried to pass what he knew on to those in the Wildflower Society, Cobb said.
"George was a very good ecologist," he said. ?He could read the terrain and could tell you what was there and what would flourish."
Once on a hike in his later years, when his knees kept him from rougher terrain, he told Cobb to climb a steep ridge to see what grew there. The faithful student, Cobb climbed to find a spot providing a 360-degree view of forests as far as the eye could see, he said.
"He knew what was up there, and he just wanted me to see it," Cobb said.
"Personally, he was rugged and a gentlemen, an outdoorsmen in an older sense of the word," Modica said.
"He was a Southern gentlemen, that old fashioned type you read about," she said. "He was so gentle. Whenever he had something to teach you, he always did it with great respect."
He loved people, and could relate to anyone, friends.
Though he dirtied his hands daily, he could rise to any occasion, Cobb said.
"He could go to the board room or to the woods, and he was well-respected in all places," Beeler said.
But, in a way, he lived multiple lives, said longtime friend Joan Rollins.
He was a member of a women's bridge club, but he kept a messy house. He often slept on his porch, and he raised game cocks.
Inherited from his great uncle, Wood bred the game foul dutifully until his death.
Mark Odom, his neighbor and landlord, said though many people don't understand cock fighting, Wood was fascinated and proud of his breed.
'He never gambled on it, and he never sold any of them," Odom said. ?He was as good a fella as you?ll ever meet."
The game fowl were part of the reason Wood didn't move after his house burned, Beely said.
"George was so many things," Rollins said. "He's an enigma. He loved flowers. He loved trees. He loved the woods. He loved peopl. And fought chickens. We couldn't figure it out.
"You either loved him and became friends, which most people did, or you stayed away, and not many people did."
George Woods was one of the Founding Fathers of the Alabama Gamefowl Breeders Association. He is the longest running Affiliate President in the history of the United Gamefowl Breeders Association.
|Posted by Bama Red on March 8, 2012 at 10:15 AM|
Lacy Roundheads by George Wood (1942)
Judge Ernest Lacy of Jasper, Alabama, who was my mother's brother, originated the strain of roundheads which bears his name in 1916. They were basically of Allen and Shelton bloodlines. Through the years Uncle Ernest, as I called him, wrote several times outlining how the Lacy Roundhead strain was established. I have copies of several of his letters giving their history, and this information has been published in the gamefowl journals and shared with friends who are interested in the Lacy Roundhead family. Uncle Ernest died in November 1942. That is now almost 50 years ago. Cockers who carry on the Lacys have asked me to write an account of how the family of Lacys which friends and I have carried on has been bred during those 50 years. The following is an account of our breeding of this line Lacys during those years.
(Author's Note: This account is not for publication in any journals or otherwise during my lifetime. I do not approve of cockers promoting their fowl through writing about them in the gamefowl journals, and I do not want to be guilty of that practice. Also, it is my observation that writing about a family of fowl in the journals generally promotes inquiries about it by chicken raisers of every type and every degree of knowledge and dependability. I do not sell fowl and would not want to receive such inquiries. G.W.) (Editor's Note: Our appreciation to the author for allowing us to produce his work on this site. His requests are noted in hope that the general public abides by them.)
Background Information. Uncle Ernest and I were the only members of our family who cared for game chickens. In fact, an aunt (Uncle Ernest's sister) who did not approve of cockfighting said when her only grandchild was born, Oh, I hope he won't like game chickens. Clearly, she considered a liking of gamefowl to be a family weakness. From the time I was a very small boy I always had bantams, in spite of living in Birmingham, making numerous moves and other obstacles. I was completely fascinated by them and absorbed in raising them. Not until I was in high school did I learn that Uncle Ernest had game chickens and a strain of his own which was known and respected throughout the country. During my high school years, when I visited in Jasper, Uncle Ernest would take me with him to visit the walks where his chickens were raised. He lived in town and did not keep fowl himself, but had excellent walks where people kept them for him. It was a sight to see those beautiful Lacy cocks as they would come up on these walks' faces red, feathers shining, bursting with vitality, bright eyes seeing everything that moved. They made a lasting impression on me. I've loved a good roundhead cock since those days. Uncle Ernest died unexpectedly of a heart attack in November 1942, while visiting a yard of his chickens with his close friend and cocking partner, Manley Daniel. At that time, I had been drafted into the army and was about to be sent overseas. A few months later I was sent overseas and spent the next 27 months in a 4.2 chemical mortar - battalion fighting in the European Theatre of Operations. Before leaving for overseas, I got a week-end pass and made arrangements for a fine old man who kept chickens for my uncle to keep two or three selected trios of broodfowl for me and to maintain another yard on a walk nearby where some of Uncle Ernest's best fowl were kept. When I returned from World War II, I found a tale of woe with my chickens. The old friend who was to care for them had taken a war job in another city and had not raised any young from the brood fowl I'd left with him. One old brood cock had died and another was sterile. He had brought chickens from other of Uncle Ernest's walks, many of them being crossed with other breeds and put them on the yard where my pure Lacys were to have been kept and bred. The result was that I had only a few old Lacy hens from my uncle's yard to carry on with.
My First Years of Breeding (1945-1952). After World War II, I went to Auburn University to study forestry. I found a family in the "colored" quarters of town who agreed to keep a pen of chickens for me. I built a pen in their back yard and brought three old Lacy hens from Uncle Ernest's yard to Auburn. Having no brood cock left from my uncle's yard, I wrote Mr. J. T. Shepler of Uniontown, Pennsylvania, and asked if he would sell me a cock to breed to these hens. Uncle Ernest and Mr. Shepler had been exchanging fowl for several years and Uncle Ernest considered him an excellent breeder and a "stickler" for deep gameness. Today, if I were in the position I was in at that time, I would seek out the very finest Lacy cock that I could find anywhere to breed to these old Lacy hens. Uncle Ernest had many friends who, I know now, would have been glad to let me have anything they owned. In those days, however, I was shy and afraid of imposing on anyone. So, I wrote and asked Mr. Shepler if he would sell me a cock. Mr. Shepler wrote that he was sending me as a gift as fine a cock as he ever sent my uncle. He said the cock was an "Albany-Claret" and that his father was one of the greatest cocks he had ever seen fight. The Albany-Claret cock Mr. Shepler sent me was not al all impressive in looks. He was a medium red in color, straight comb, yellow legs, rather small. He had one unusual characteristic; he walked with his legs bent, never straightening them out but always having a bend at the knees. I bred this Shepler Albany-Claret cock to the three old Lacy hens and raised several stags and pullets. However, I went to Duke University to get an advance degree in forestry and did not get any of the stags fought. I put the pullets on a yard where Mr. Clyde Clayton of Boldo (near Jasper) was keeping chickens for me. The stags raised from these pullets on Mr. Clayton's yard killed themselves except for one baby stag before I got home from Duke. It is an indication of the gameness of these stags that except for the baby one, not one beat-up, one-eyed stag remained; they all had killed themselves. I had seen similar indication of very deep gameness in the half Lacy-half Albany-Claret stags that I'd raised the year before at Auburn. The baby stag which survived on this yard was of a different mating. I had taken a small, marked hen from Uncle Ernest's yard where I left chickens during the war. To her I bred a beautiful Lacy cock belonging to Manley Daniel. Manley had been Uncle Ernest's close friend and cocking partner for many years. He knew the Lacys intimately, having been closely involved in the breeding, walking and fighting of them almost from the time they were originated. The baby stag left on Clyde Clayton's yard was from the hen from Uncle Ernest's yard and Manley's Lacy cock. The next year, in the late summer, my favorite of the ? Lacy-? Albany-Claret hens running under the above stag (from the Lacy hen from Uncle Ernest's yard and Manley's cock) stole her nest off in the garden and set. I examined the eggs while she was setting and they were all uniform and appeared to be from one hen. That plus the fact that the nest was out in the weeds and it was the time of year when hens were raising chicks of varying ages and stealing their nests rather than laying together, led me to assume that the eggs were all from this. From this setting of eggs, one stag was raised. He was typical Lacy and did not show the Albany-Claret in his lineage. I showed him to Manley and I'll always remember his saying, "George, we have winned with many a one that looked just like that." When I fought this cock as a two-year old, he won a sensational one-pitting fight that brought a roar from the spectators. At pitside I gave this cock to Russell Sutherland and Carl Davis. This cock bred to Russell and Carl's Lacy hens produced the best Lacy Roundheads any of us have seen since Uncle Ernest had them at their best. Not only were they outstanding battle fowl, but with everything they were bred to, first class fowl were produced. Carl and Russell and I bred primarily to this cross of the cock I gave them and their hens as our main line of Lacys from that time on. We exchanged brood fowl so frequently that our Lacys have been essentially the same bloodlines since the mid-1950. My introduction of the Shepler Albany-Claret into our Lacys, which as said above I would not do today, proved to be a fortunate introduction of new blood which "nicked" with and freshened our Lacy family. I was very lucky.
As mentioned, the Lacy? Albany-Claret cock which I gave to Russell Sutherland and Carl Davis in 1954 bred to their Lacy hens produced such outstanding offspring that we all have bred primarily to this line from that time on. As to the breeding of Carl and Russell's Lacys: Carl's father, George Davis of Jasper, and Uncle Ernest were good friends. They fought together, Uncle Ernest furnished Mr. Davis Lacys regularly through the years and he bred one of Mr. Davis' roundheads into his Lacys. Carl was a young man in his early twenties in those days, and he fed for both his father and Uncle Ernest, helped him with his walks, etc. Uncle Ernest thought the world of Carl. He told me that Carl was as fine a young man as you would find anywhere and that you could believe implicitly anything that he told you. Carl and I later became very close friends and I held him in the same esteem and affection that my uncle did. Russell Sutherland was a young man in Haleyville who loved gamefowl and helped Uncle Ernest walk cocks in Winston County. He especially loved Lacys and Henry Worthan Hulseys. Carl moved to Haleyville in the late 1930's and he and Russell became cocking partners. At the time of Uncle Ernest's death, they were out of Lacy blood. They went to Manley Daniel, who as mentioned was Uncle Ernest's friend and cocking partner and had had the best of the Lacys, and from Manley they got a trio of Lacys. They were very successful with the offspring from this trio, both when fought pure and when crossed. As a matter of breeding interest, it should be pointed out that the lacy hens they bred to the cock I gave them carried 1/8 Newell Roundhead which came from Mr. Ned Toulmin of Toulminville, Alabama. In 1955, Russell Sutherland told me to come up to Haleyville that he wanted to give me a trio of their Lacys. When we went to the yard, I saw the most beautiful Lacy hen grazing in the weeds that I have ever seen. Evidently, she caught Russell's eye too, for he "walked" her down and gave her to me. She became a major cornerstone of my breeding. I have never seen before or since a cock or hen which to me was as beautiful as this hen. Her beauty did not lie in long feathers. She was a neat, round bodied, buff colored hen with somewhat short but smooth feathering. Her beauty lay in her proportions and above all in her movements. She was like a ballerina, a symphony in motion, always in perfect balance. I used to watch her with pleasure and with wonder.
When picking seeds in the grass, her stride was wide, smooth and swinging, but when she was in a hurry, her steps were short and very quick, always smooth, her body in perfect balance. When she fought, she was like lightning, crossing her opponents and hitting multiple blows on their backs with amazing speed. As said above, this hen, which I call the Russell hen, was the cornerstone of my breeding. I bred her to a number of different cocks and used the offspring as my main broodfowl. Since her offspring by these cocks comprise much of the foundation of my Lacy family, I will describe the most important cocks she was bred to. As stated previously, most of them were from the cross of the cock I gave Carl and Russell and their Lacy hens. I bred the Russell hen to a son of the Lacy-? Albany-Claret hen which was the mother to the cock I gave Russell and Carl. From this mating I got the best battle cocks I've ever owned and some of the best I've ever seen fought.
I bred the Russell hen to a stag Carl gave that was from a son of the cock I gave him bred back to his aunts. The daughters from this mating were some of the best brood hens Iâ€™ve ever owned. I bred the Russell hen to a stag Russell gave me that was out of daughters of the cock I gave him and Carl bred to a brother to the Russell hen. From this mating I got a son that was one of my most used brood cocks. This cock was rather light bodied for a Lacy and limber muscled, but well muscled. He had unusually smooth, coordinated movement. He was exceptionally active and energetic, always on the move, but not nervous in disposition. He would look you square in the eye, not mean and wanting to fight you, but not afraid. I liked him very much for this disposition. Most of the Lacys I have had and have let friends have for many years carried his blood. My closest bred fowl were from this cock bred to his sisters, daughters and other relatives. I also bred him to the last of the old hens from the mating of the cock I gave Carl and Russell and their hens. (Russell and Carl called these the "George Wood" hens and I'll refer to them this way hereafter in this report). Many of the best Lacys fought in Alabama in the last 25 years have been descended from this mating. I also bred the Russell hen to what was known as the white-tail cock. Friends kept telling me of a little white-tailed roundhead cock which was being fought almost every week in brush fights around Haleyville, always winning. Finally, I learned that when Russell Sutherland picked up the stags on the yard where the George Wood hens were bred to the brother of the Russell hen, he picked up the cock early and when he got the stags there was a baby stag left which was thought to be from the hens and their bull stag sons. Russell gave the baby stag to the owner of the yard where he was bred and the owner sold him for $1.00. This baby stag grew into the white-tailed cock that was winning so many fights. I bought this cock for $25.00, the only time I have ever purchased a cock. Interestingly, this cock turned solid white the year after I bought him and remained white for two or three years. He was turning back red when he got out of his pen and was killed. This cock was a very fine specimen, firm but limber in muscle, well-proportioned and well feathered and with a steady, friendly disposition. His offspring are being carried on today in my lines and those of friends, as will be seen later in this account. I bred the Russell hen to a cock from Carl that had a little Bingham Red in him and got a fine son which made a foundation brood cock for my friend, Noonan Gortney. In those years I made one infusion of other Lacy blood which is carried in small amounts in many of my Lacys today. In the 1960's I exchanged a pair of Lacys with Hugh Norman. I got first-class roundheads from this cross, very game and capable fighters. Today many of my Lacys carry from one sixteenth to less than one-hundredth of this Hugh Norman Lacy blood.The matting described above were the heart of my breeding during the 1950?s and 1960?s. I was breeding half brother and sister, half uncle to niece, etc. Everything traced back within a few generations to just a few individuals, those individuals being the ones described above. I was breeding very closely. During these years, I fought my generally closely inbred cocks in small derbies with mediocre success. I won an occasional derby but was never a dangerous contender. The cocks were kept is small round stationary pens, never moved from the time they were put in them as stags, then put through a two week keep, usually by an only average feeder or they were scratched in a fly pen by me and fought out of it. Although they did not have an impressive winning record, these small, inbred Lacys showed qualities which were generally admired. They were sought after by those with Lacy blood and by others who wanted to use them for crossing. I will list some of the cockers who have acquired and carried on with these Lacys later in this account. During these same years, Carl Davis was fighting our line of Lacys crossed with power blood with considerable success. (Russell had quit fighting by then.) Carl's best cocks were Lacy-? Hatch or other power blood. They were some of the best cocks to be found in Alabama, winning consistently in all of the major Alabama pits. If they went to the drag pit with a power cock on equal terms, they would win four times out of five on cutting ability and gameness. It was Carl's success with his Lacy crosses more than anything else which made cockers in Alabama begin wanting roundheads again. Until then, almost the only thing wanted was pure power blood. Carl's success showed cockers that a cross of Southern fowl and power blood could produce first class battle fowl. (Hugh Norman knew this. Although he advertised only power breeds at the time, Hugh told me in the early 1960's that his best cocks were his Lacy-Hatch crosses and that when someone paid him top prices for his battle cocks, the Hatch-Lacy crosses were what he sent them.)
|Posted by Bama Red on March 8, 2012 at 10:15 AM|
By Paul Edward V. Tan and Noel R. Dimatulac (2009)
Loyce DeRouen of Louisiana is the originator of the CARDINAL CLUB KELSO. In the early 1950's, Mr. DeRouen had some Cardinals from F.F. "Chick" Hall of Oklahoma, which is a blend of Hatch-Clarets with little of Murphy blood.
In 1961 Loyce DeRouen acquired a trio of Kelso from Emery Thibodeaux through barter with his Cardinal trio. These Thibodeaux Kelsos were excellent slashers. Subsequently, Loyce DeRouen acquired two trios (Kelsos and Murphys) from an old man who lives in Jefferson Parish, in New Orleans who is a friend of Duke Hulsey and Mickey Massa. Those two trios acquired from the old man were the secret ingredients of the bloodline which made Loyce DeRouen a fortune and improved the quality of his family's life.
Through his careful breeding and selection, the CARDINAL CLUB KELSO was created.
The CARDINAL CLUB KELSOS have dark red feathers, yellow legged and come both pea-combed and straight-combed. They are excellent and accurate cutters both on the ground and in the air with superb endurance and great timing. Likewise, they have good bone structure and have fantastic bodies. Furthermore, this bloodline has the ability to shred an opponent in just a blink of an eye--very fast and accurate. Aside from such trait, this bloodline is known to steal a win from behind.
Moreover, Loyce DeRouen made different families of the same line namely: MACHINE, PICTURE COCK, RORN's and the JONES FAMILY. These CARDINAL CLUB KELSOS are excellent to cross with Roundheads and Hatches, but the Jones Family Cardinal Club Kelso is best when blended with the Blondly Rollan Democrats.
Meanwhile, Jason Campbell of the famed Slick Lizard Gamefarm, in Nauvoo , Alabama , acquired all the four families from Loyce DeRouen before the latter died.
CARSON FARM was able to acquire the CARDINAL CLUB KELSOS from Slick Lizard Gamefarm, and also from Bruce Barnett. Through meticulous breeding and selection, CARSON FARM was able to produce dark red and lemon orange CARDINAL CLUB KELSOS.
The CARDINAL CLUB KELSO is best when crossed with Sweaters, Roundheads and Hatches of CARSON FARM
Dink Fair Kelso
Johnny Jumper revolutionized the Kelso gamefowl. Through the help of Cecil Davis, Jesse Horta, Robbie White and his clique of friends, he was able to develop the Claret-looking strain of Walter Kelso, to a good-looking, well-balanced, all-around fighting feathered warrior called the Johnny Jumper Super Kelso.
The History of the $20,000 Cock
It was reported that the Johnny Jumper Super Kelsos originated from a rooster he calls the $20,000 (20 grand) line.
The father of the $20,000 was a Jesse Horta ½ White Legged Sweater (Kelso) x ½ Little Walter (from Walter Kelso) which Jesse Horta gave Robbie White. Subsequently, Robbie White mated this ½ White Legged Sweater (Kelso) x ½ Little Walter over his hens, which he called the $20,000 (20 grand) line.
Johnny Jumper Super Kelso
Johnny Jumper linebred the $20,000 (20 grand) line over his hens until the broodcock died. The offspring come dark red and white legged kelsos. However, occasionally, (especially when inbred) the progenies come blue-legged. It was admitted in an interview, that Johnny Jumper infused a Doc Robinson Hatch to his Kelsos to invigorate the bloodline, and bred it out. Through this breeding, Johnny Jumper Developed his Johnny Jumper Super Kelso.
Meanwhile, being a good breeder that he (Johnny Jumper) is, he was able to make strains of Kelsos: The Cecil Davis Kelso strain and his famous Out and Out Kelso--the latter strain being more famous.
Johnny Jumper’s Super Blends
From the White Legged Johnny Jumper Kelso, a secret strain of Yellow Legged Johnny Jumper Kelso was developed, which was claimed to be a better type. Reports say that the Yellow-Legged Kelsos have a 90 percent winning average. Johnny Jumper gave this strain as a gift to his Filipino best friend, the late Philip Chiongbian. However, Randy Jumper claimed that the Yellow-Legged Johnny Jumper Kelso is just a cross of Blackwater Sweaters, Johnny Jumper Kelso and Radio. As to what percentage each bloodline corresponds to, that is the Johnny Jumper secret concoction.
Well, what many do not know, is that Johnny Jumper had a link with the great Duke Hulsey, and claims that we was able to get a pair. Whether he used them or not, it was never disclosed, but just let your own imagination play its role…. Where could possibly Johnny Jumper use the Hulsey fowls? Does he have Straight Comb, Lemon Hackled fowls? I think he has a strain—but a noisy one.
Dink Fair’s Version
Subsequently, Dink Fair of Oklahoma acquired his Kelso from the well-known and respected breeder, Johnny Jumper. He bred the Dink Fair Kelso in a fashion that would suit his clientele from Mexico for the gaff. These Kelsos are smart, fast, very powerful and are high flyers.
The Secret Weapon
However, as a typical problem for breeders; who have been breeding the same bloodline day in and day out, Dink admitted that his Sweaters and Kelsos are losing their cutting and gameness. The same predicament is true with the fowls of Johnny Jumper. Dink Fair called and begged Jesse Horta for a White Legged Sweater (Kelso) which the latter has been breeding for 45years. Based on sources, Jesse Horta gave Dink Fair, Johnny Jumper and Junior Belt a White-Legged Sweater (Kelso) broodcock and gave Larry Powell a pair. Aside from a broodcock, Johnny Jumper received two ½ White Legged Sweater (Kelso) x ½ Little Walter fowls.
The main reason why the Johnny Jumper Kelsos and Dink Fair Kelsos, are good again is because of the secret ingredient Jesse Horta White-Legged Sweater (Kelso).
|Posted by Bama Red on March 8, 2012 at 10:10 AM|
by Paul Edward V. Tan and Noel R. Dimatulac (September 19, 2009)
In the spring of 1949, Ted McLean had two beautiful “Straight Bred McLean Hatch Stags”, but Ted McLean only wanted to breed one. They were full brothers, well made, green legged, weighed about 4.10 lbs, and they could not be distinguished except that one was a pea comb. His wing clip was 48-90; while the straight comb was 48-96.
In order to determine who is more worthy for the breeding pens, Ted McLean decided to heel them up and fight them which Ted McLean and Harry Parr did in McLean's pit in the barn. The straight comb proved to be the better fighter and cutter. Consequently, the straight comb blinded the pea comb stag. Being a strict and meticulous gameness breeder, Ted McLean said he had seen enough and ordered to cut the head off of the pea comb McLean Hatch (48-90).
Well, it was Harry Parr who handled the pea comb stag. Harry Parr claimed that “when the pea comb stag was in his hands it is evidently clear that all he wanted to do was get at the other stag.” After being pitted, he would search and as soon as contact was made, explodes. Thus, Harry Parr decided to take the pea comb stag and nurse him back to health. After a couple of weeks he regained the sight of one eye and was soon back in good health. Subsequently, Harry Parr bred the pea comb McLean Hatch (Cock 48-90) for two years and one day, before Ted McLean would ask Harry Parr to send the pea comb McLean Hatch (Cock 48-90) to Lun Gilmore. Lun Gilmore wanted a cock and at that time Ted did not have a really good one to spare. Consequently, Harry Parr shipped the cock.
Lun Gilmore and Pete Frost bred the Cock 48-90 to a hen that Ted had previously given to Pete. This hen was 47-65 (Straight Stuff x Morgan Whitehackle), by Green Leg Cock no. 2, the "straight stuff" out of hen no. 81 which was a Morgan Whitehackle from Heinie Mathesius. (You see none of the "straight stuff" on the hen side ever got out.) Prior to this Ted had given Pete Frost the Green Leg Cock no. 53 which became the sire of the Frost "Cherries". Lun Gilmore and Pete Frost had also bred this cock to hen 47-65 and sent Ted McLean and Harry Parr a stag from that mating which was called, after Lun, the "Alligator Cock".
The BLUE FACE BLOODLINE emerged from these three birds: Hen 47-65, Cock 53, Cock 48-90.
On the other hand, Sweater McGinnis was involved in the fighting activities of Lun Gilmore and Pete Frost at this time. Subsequently, the next time Harry Parr saw Sweater McGinnis was January 1958 in Orlando. Sweater McGinnis told Harry Parr that these "Blue Face" were the gamest chickens he had ever seen and that he kept the seed stock pure just to make battle crosses.
Sweater McGinnis asked Harry Parr if he would let him have another cock. Thus, Harry Parr sent him Cock 57-340. Sweater McGinnis told Harry Parr not to worry, because Mr. McGinnis didn't let the "straight" ones go but that they all fought under the name of "Blue Face". At one time, his favorites were ¼ Blue Face-¼ Regular Grey x ½ Leiper, bred in various combinations. Like all the other breeders, Sweater McGinnis experimented with many crosses and blends in an effort to produce superior battle cocks, but recognized the value of keeping the seed stock pure.
Parenthetically, Harry Parr was fortunate to get Cock 57-340 (Blue Face Hatch) back after Sweater’s death through the help of Willis Holding.
Amongst the breeders who have maintained the BLUE FACE HATCH, it was Richard Kelly who truly bred according to the blueprint of the BLUE FACE HATCH. CARSON FARM was fortunate enough and was able to buy two Broodcocks and two Broodhens from Richard Kelly in 2005.
The BLUE FACE HATCH of CARSON FARM is excellent to cross with the Cardinal Club Kelsos, and Sweaters which enabled CARSON FARM to win the Back-to-Back Champion in Fernando Coliseum. Moreover, CARSON FARM is also successful with the BLUE FACE x ROUNDHEAD cross which gave WINS during the past stag derbies.
The BLUE FACE gives gameness and power especially to stags. You cannot go wrong with the BLUE FACE HATCH for infusion purposes.
by Paul Edward V. Tan and Noel R. Dimatulac (September 19, 2009)
Every bloodline should start at something. Of course, they hatched from eggs. However, sometimes, tracing them through history might be too cumbersome, if not impossible considering the many adulterated information that have been circulated. Thus, I decided to make a cut off and start from Ted McLean of Maryland, through the story of Harry Par in 1977.
In the early 1930’s, Mr. E. S. Hatch have been raising gamefowls consisting of four (4) basic bloodlines namely: 1) THE “BEASY” BREASTED LIGHT RED WHITEHACKLES; 2) THE BROWN BREASTED REDS WHITEHACKLE; 3) HERMAN DURYEA BOSTON ROUNDHEADS; and 4) THE GREEN LEGGED JIM THOMSON FOWL. The first two bloodlines of Whitehackles originated from the strains which Mike Kearny brought from Ireland. On the other hand, the Boston Roundhead was added to the fowls of Sandy Hatch when the latter worked for Herman Duryea. Lastly, the Green Legged fowl of Jim Thomson was also included and incorporated among the bloodlines which Mr. Hatched maintained. The strain which was developed out of these four bloodlines was called the “STRAIGHT STUFF” which was coined by Ted McLean and Harry Par.
Moreover, in the same period of time, E.S. Hatch and E.T. McLean were on the floor of the stock exchange and a friendship was forged between the two individuals. As evidence and testimony of their friendship, Sandy Hatch gave Ted McLean a “STRAIGHT STUFF COCK” which was a strain which was developed out of the four bloodlines that Mr. Hatch had--considering that Mr. Hatch barely parted with his fowls.
In those days, GAMENESS was the name of the game. Although the HATCH FOWL did not compile a great winning record; nonetheless, it still became so popular because of the immeasurable toughness and immense power that it possesses. Ted McLean was intelligent enough to breed towards these traits. However, every bloodline has its downside. The HATCH FOWL are poor cutters, low headed dumb fighters; that usually take two or three shots before unleashing one of their patented hay makers—the machine gun shuffle. Obviously as the heels got faster their ability to win lessened, so they are useless now if fought pure. Their value then, is only as an ingredient to produce battle cocks.
Ted McLean established his gamefarm in Maryland and had the finest gamefarm facilities a cocker could have ever seen at that time. Every year, Ted McLean experimented on breeding his fowl with other bloodlines, resulting to superior feathered gladiators. However, due to the strict gameness criterion of the breeder, as soon as one quit from these experimental breedings, all chickens containing that blood went under the axe. In 1954, Ted McLean retired from raising Chickens, although he continued to go with Harry Parr to the cockpits. At that time, all the yard of Ted McLean was inherited by Harry Par, and the only bloodline that had stood the test of time is the “STRAIGHT STUFF” blood that came from Sandy Hatch.
The McLean Hatch come both green legged and yellow legged, single comb and pea-comb. The hens are whearon or "dirty" partridge, and the cocks red. They vary in shades from dark mahogany to light reds with white under hackles and white in wings and tail. On the other hand, the Yellow-legged McLean Hatch are usually single comb yellow legged, reverting back to the Kearny Whitehackles. Most of the cocks' breasts are flecked with brown and quite a few come with lemon hackles at the shoulders.
Amongst the many other breeders who acquired the HATCH FOWL from Ted McLean, it was HAROLD BROWN of RedFox Farm who became one of the famous breeders of the McLean Hatch—if not the most famous. However, Harold Brown did not become famous by simply maintaining the Straight Stuff of Ted McLean. He infused 1/8 blood of the Leiper to perfect its fighting style. Some accounts show that the Leiper Hatch came from E.S. Hatch as well. Cocks come 90% peacomb, either dark or lemon hackle, average weight 5-6 pounds. Hens are either buff (McLean influence), or darker (Lieper influence).
Meanwhile, a man by the name of LARRY ROMERO of Green Jeans Farm, used to walk roosters for Harold Brown. Subsequently, he was able to establish the Green Jeans Farm and was able to maintain the REAL DEAL MCLEANS.
|Posted by Bama Red on May 24, 2011 at 1:40 PM|
How I Made and Maintained My Family Part I by Ray Boles
After many years of breeding the Sweaters I came up with thedesired characteristics I was looking for. Most of the Sweaters I got would notbreed uniform and could not be inbreed. It is almost impossible to breed fowlthat have a lot of different genes in them. Of the first mating I chose thebest brother and sister and bred them. I did this for four generations, eachyear selecting the most perfect in every way. Why did I do this? The genes inyou that have any effect in your looks and performance usually go back at least4 generation, some times more but mostly 4 generation. So I bred 4 generation,each year discarding any thing I did not like and breeding the ones with what Iwas looking for. This is the way I (locked) the genes. After the genes havebeen locked they are all the same. If you breed mother to son they are stillthe same, if you breed father to daughter they are all still the same. So whenyou line breed from here all the genes are still the same. So you fowl will alllook the same and perform the same. Each year you still look for the very bestto carry own the family. By now you should have many brood pens and a largerselection to make your choices from. If you do not lock the genes this is whatwill happen. When you breed mother to son you will have 3/4 of her blood, whenyou breed father to daughter you will have 3/4 his blood. And you still havetwo different families. What I mean is they will not perform the same and eachtime you breed them it will change.
To give you my reason for locking the genes, is in theknowledge of genetics. With out getting to technical, a hen will passmitochondrial genes to her son that he can not pass on. She will also not passany genes on her sex link side to her daughter. The mitochondrial gene is wheremost mutation, diseases and genetics disorders take place, so it is importantto know where they came from if you should have any problems in this area. Sothe mating of brother to sister will give the pullet the sex link genes she didnot get from her mother. So now you should have as close a blend of genes ofthe host fowl that can be obtained. I breed this way so I will not have towonder how my birds will look and perform each year. When you add outside bloodto your fowl their genetic makeup will never be the same. There is no suchthing as breeding back to pure. You can only breed back to a standard and thisis usually appearance. If you get fowl from one breeder and breed it to fowlfrom another you are starting out with about a six way cross. If they come outOK that is great but try to keep them coming year after year. The next yearwhen you breed the same pair you are likely to get entirely different fowl.Because their genes were never locked and you are getting traits from theirancestors.
This is how I have improved my fowl. By now you should have50 or so hens and stags. It is to your advantage to have as many fowl as youcan afford to choose the ones to keep the family going. By intense observationof your young fowl you will in time see those that seem to be smarter,stronger, better station and etc. These are the ones you choose to breed back.Without a lot of mixed up genes to deal with you will see these goodcharacteristics passed on to the next generation. In time it will becomedifficult to choose because all your fowl will be identical. These fowl are notonly brood fowl but should be excellent battle fowl. If you can not fight your fowlpure why do you keep them.
Most families are ruined my adding new blood or by making abad choice in the ones you select to breed back. INTELLIGENT SELECTION is thename of the game. I can not over emphasize the importance of having as manyfowl as possible to make your selection from.
Some will say that inbreeding makes a smaller gene pool. Iwould rather have a small gene pool with all quality genes as a large one witha lot of good and bad genes. Environment plays a big role in the out come ofyour breeding. As a matter of fact it is 50%. You can send your fowl to afriend as far away as possible and later bring this blood back to infuse againwith your family. A different location can some time improve you birds, but itmight also change them for the worst. This is the way I breed and it has workedfor me. It may sound controversial but I will leave it to your discretion. Ihave maintained my Sweaters in this manner for the last 10 years with out anyadverse affects or with out any out side infusion. After a couple years youwill have enough brood pens so you can breed for several years without breedingthe same birds. Birds that have not been breed to each other for several generationsis like adding new blood. I am certain that my fowl are better than the first Iobtained. I do believe this is the best way to make and maintain a family offowl for generations to come. I hope this has been of some interest andentertaining to you.
How I Made and Maintained My Family Part II by Ray Boles
I am sure after reading my breeding method there are thosethat are saying (this guy is nuts). I am sure there were some that understoodit, some that got part of it and others that still have no idea what I amtalking about. In this article I will add some papers on genetics which I hopewill help you understand why I breed as I do. I believe that our so called purefowl are at the point of being so genetically mixed up that they are lacking inalmost every aspect of what we are striving to obtain. Adding new bloods andout crossing are doing more harm than good. When using my method I hope otherswill make new families. Then they can be maintained and improved with properselection. When we can produce fowl that are more consistent we will be makingprogress. When I say consistent, I mean fowl that you will know how they willlook and how they will perform even before they are hatched.
The genetic papers will add insight on a lot of the breedingmethods of the past which had no real validity. I am sure there have beenbreeding methods passed down that were done with good intentions, but have donemore harm than good. One of the reasons I added the papers is because withscientific backing people will tend to believe what I am saying more. Yet somewill ignore it completely because of the old breeding methods that have been programmedinto them... It is my opinion that we have not made the advancements in oursport as we should have, especially in breeding. Our pure fowl have declinedbecause of environmental reasons or poor selection. Most do not realize whatharm that is done when adding outside blood to pure fowl. When you create yourown family you will know exactly what is in them and what to expect. The oldpure fowl performed as well as the crosses and many old breeders fought purefowl. There is no reason that your pure fowl can not perform as good ascrosses.
The main reason crossed fowl seem to perform better isbecause the pure families have declined so greatly that when any new blood wasadded it appeared to help.
If you will look up the words (hybrid vigor). I think youwill see it has been misused when pertaining to our sport. When you have toraise hundreds of bird just to have a few to fight, something is wrong. I thinkwe have been led into thinking that the only thing to do is to cross fowl isdoing more harm than good. For every cross that produces good fowl there was athousand that was a waste of time. The main reason for this is fowl that are sogenetically mixed up that you can not be sure of the outcome. Some where itappears we have stop thinking for ourselves. Instead of researching the newsciences of breed we have been content to do thing the old way. There has beengreat advancement made in breeding if you will search them out. The poultryindustry started basically the same fowl that we did. Although they breed inanother direction look at the advancements they have made.
Our sport is behind in research and development in the U.S.because it is mostly not legal .If it were there would be monies to be made andmore companies and corporations would get involved. I some of the countrieswhere the sport is legal is where most of our advancements will be made. Mexicoand the Philippine Islands have made much advancement in research in the last 4or 5 years. Never stop thinking, the human brain is a marvelous gift from God,so get the most out of it you can. I hope this may in some way help someone.The best of luck with your breeding. And may God bless you.
|Posted by Bama Red on April 23, 2011 at 10:01 PM|
W.T. (William Thomas) Greene was born in 1909 on Jack Penders Plantation in Wilson co., NC (Penders cross roads). W.T.'s grandfather Thomas Wiggins inherited the plantation (3000 acres) from Jack Pender in the 1880's. W.T. was born and lived in the Pender Plantation house until his early teens. In the late 1930's W.T. married and moved back into the Pender house and lived their until Jan. 1946. At an early age W.T. and his brothers Marvin and Pete were interested in breeding and fighting gamecocks. There was a cockpit there on the farm and another just a few miles down the road on the Batts farm. In the 40's and 50's W.T. also was the matchmaker and ref for most local fights. That is were he first earned his reputation as a fair and honest man. In the beginning, he had Sid Taylors, red quills, etc. In the late 30's a doctor from Goldsboro, NC, fought a great show of greys at a derby there on the farm and W.T. told the doctor how much he liked them. He said they were the pretties cocks he ever saw. Later the doctor gave him a trio and that began his love affair with grey gamefowl. In 1946 W.T. moved to the Norris Barnes plantation, serving as overseer and breeder/trainer. In the late 40's and early 50's W.T. trained and help train the cocks that Mr. Norris Barnes (toisnot entry) used in the Orlando and St. Augustine tournaments. They always won the majority and in 1950 they (toisnot entry) won the St. Augustine tournament. Thru the 50's and 60's W.T. participated in the local derbies and fought Mr. Norris Barnes 2 or 3 mains every year. The mains were private affairs and only a few were invited. In the beginning, Mr. Barnes won the majority of the mains but when W.T. got the greys from Sweater, everything went W.T.'s way . W.T. was a simple man, self educated (read many books), an authority on the civil war (war between the states), painted, wrote poems, never gambled, drank nor smoked. Liked being at home, never lived more than 4 miles from the house that he was born in. He said many times that "he did not like to get so far from home, that he could not walk back before dark". Today W.T. lives in a nursing home and ask everyday if he can go home. (101 yrs old, March 24, 2010). Tommy
W.T. (William Thomas) Greene Past Away Today, June 21, 2010.Born March 24, 1909 In Wilson County, North Carolina And Never Lived Outside The County In 101 Years . Cockers All Around The World Will Remember W.T. For His Sweater Greys.His close Friends And Family Will Always Remember Him For His Gentleman Ways And Love Of Family.He Died In A Nursing Home, 10 Miles From The Pender Plantation House Were He Was Born, Always Asking In His Final Days To "Go Home" To The House H
|Posted by Bama Red on April 23, 2011 at 9:57 PM|
Russell Poole of North Carolina 86 years old. Maintain the Bruner blood since he and Willis Holding made the Bruner blood out of the Alabama white legs. I think for now nothing will be sold. But you can try. Jr. Belt is holding his breeding for now, so you know what is next.post by Exodia @ sabong.net.ph
brownred kelso's historical account
When Willis Holding died he gifted his chickens (including) the Bruner fowl to one man Russell Poole, Poole still living and up in his 90's in Rougemont, NC and might still have birds haven't talked with him in a few years but he was gifted the fowl, the letter can be found and was printed in Grit & Steel magazine and Gamecock magazine.I was visiting Mr. Poole and he said Col. Jack Claffey, he thought was a better feeder than Sweater hands down that Mr. Claffey had to feed Sweaters seconds, that was cocks that sweater had already picked through while he was down at Percy Flowers place.Now talking about a rivalry, Russell Poole being gifted the Bruner fowl always seperated his Bruners from all others and i'm sure they was a differance, there is no doubt that Jack Smith had Bruner fowl also but according to Russell Poole nobody had the "EXACT" stuff and you know how grumpy old men can be,, these two weren't the most friendly to each other over the years and if they were ever hospitalized together,,, it would prob be something like the old guyz in the Auburn and Alabama nursing center commercial, they might get plain nasty,, who knows,,,,lol
|Posted by Bama Red on April 23, 2011 at 9:56 PM|
Historical account by brownred kelso
When Billy Ruble was fighting the tournaments in Florida, he would stop and rest his fowl at a farm in North Carolina, the man's name was Gabe Melton, they were really good friends, after a couple days rest Ruble would continue on into Florida to the tournaments. Now the reason I mentioned this Melton is where Larry Blevins got the Brown red blood from, these were probably some of the best black chickens that were ever pitted.This one particular trip Mr. Melton and Red Peak decided to travel down to Florida, Ruble was going to be fighting and they went down and got a hotel room together. The tournament started and these Black roosters caught Gabe's eye, they were pitted and financed by Harold Brown and they easily outclassed the competition and won the tournament straight fights, the cocks were owned by some fella's from South Carolina they belonged to Subert & Foster. Sometime during the weekend one of the two gentleman met up with Mr. Melton and broke open a bottle of whiskey and the next morning there sat one of those black cocks that had won in the tournament at roost on the bed post in their hotel room!!! Gabe with the help of bourbon whiskey had gotten himself some of the best chickens in the country. Now i was lucky enough to have a family member that was friends with Mr. Melton and years later Larry Blevins asked about swapping a hen up at Do ok pit with me but I never did, I've often wondered with Ruble stopping there all the time and those black chickens throwing a pea head every now and then don't you think they might have,,,,naaa surely not!!!,,,lol
|Posted by Bama Red on April 23, 2011 at 9:51 PM|
Bob Boles, The Legend Cocker, Was Kin to Black Bart, The Famous Outlaw
BY JUST JACK(April 2003, The Feathered Warrior)
During a period of time after Bob and Clarence Boles and their attorney, Jim Vizzard, placed a legal injunction on their names being printed in any game fowl journals or fight reports, they used the pseudonym “Black Bart” entry.
When I asked Bob why they chose that name, he showed me an old family Bible that indicated that their grandfather “Bowles” and his brother came to the Denver area after the Civil War. The brother became known as “Black Bart,” the outlaw.
One of Black Bart’s most legendary feats was when he put on his boots backwards and walk 10 miles through the snow… The posse chasing him went the wrong way.
Years later, during the 1990’s, when I visited Bob and Susan, Bob had a shake cock in his battle line-up he called “Black Bart.” He was darker than other cocks in the line-up that he called his “Black Stabbers’ mating.”
Bob said that “Black Bart” and “Black Stabber” and the great Aseel: Spanish Miner Blue 26 time winner, 50 years ago, were three of the greatest battle cocks he ever bred. He thought the Black Bart mating was the most consistent – the old, “big-nick mating,” but, they came too big – mostly shakes.
At the time, he had fought Bart six times; then, he broke his right leg. It had healed with a big lump on it; and, he’d fought him three more times, since. Bart is the big shake cock shown in the Bob Boles video. Bob liked to take a big shake cock with his derby entries in case anyone wanted to match a cock of any weight – sometimes seven or eight pounders – for a sum of money. Black Bart was his shake ace on more than nine of those occasions; and, was in the keep again when Bob went into hospice.
Ruben and I took “Black Bart” and “Back Stabber” along with the other cocks at Susan’s dispersal. We retired them to the brood pen until they too passed on last year – five years later.
Hopefully, the blood stock from these individuals will keep the Boles Legend alive for a long time.
|Posted by Bama Red on April 23, 2011 at 9:45 PM|
By James “Mac” White(The Gamecock, February 2005)
I have been asked by many of you, why I have not responded to recent articles about the Bob Howard Asil stories. Well, to be very honest about it, I didn’t want to get into a paper war. I didn’t know it (stories) would be a continuing ongoing ordeal. This will be a little lengthy but I can assure you it will be a one-time response. I will write under my name and not under a pen name so you will know exactly who is writing the article.
Back about 1980 or somewhere close. I became interested in Asil fowl. Having none in this area to look at I called my old friend, Bobby “Robbie” White in California. I knew he was close friends with Bob Boles and Bob being the acknowledged champion on Oriental fowl I sat out to acquire some fowl and some knowledge.
When I approached Robbie on the subject he said, Why in he—do you want those things for? “Because,” I answered, “they are different in style to everything any one else is using,” I told Robbie that down through the years people like Anthony Green, Will Allen, Bobby and Clarence Boles, Kansas City Combine, and some others had done very well with the grades. Well, I don’t know anything about those people but for forty years I’ve watched Bob Boles clean clocks, he said. “Can you get me any,” I asked? “Nope,” he said, “and no one else is going to get them either unless they steal them. I know another man who has some good ones, his name is Leslie Melvill and I can get you some of those.
Bobby introduced me to Les and we become good friends. He sent a trio of Asils to me at no charge and I was off and running. I consumed any and everything concerning Oriental (Asil) fowl. I raised a nice batch of Asils, five stags and seven pullets, out of the first trio. I had studied the entire do’s and don’ts and could hardly wait to spar my new love. They were no good. I called Les and he asked me to send some to him so he could personally check them. He called and said, “I’m sending you the best two hens and stag that I have in my back yard.” They arrived at the Huntsville, Alabama airport and I opened the box in the United Airlines Air Freight office. They were absolutely perfect.
After the first breeding season the stag dried up and died. I raised a fine son that I named Mighty Mouse. This was great producing little cock and we raised some fine outstanding cocks from him bred over a Sid Taylor hen from Dr. Randall Herring. I whipped a Johnny Moore Grey cock with him with out getting hurt. I later furnished a full show of cocks to J.S. “Hoss” Devaney. His son Keith and I finished 7-2 and finished ½ fight behind Bob Howard for the overall. The little Asil/Sid was our money fight against Harmony Downs. They too were going for day money. Again, the little grade won unhurt. The late Col Sparkman hollered out “Shades of Bobby Boles.” This was at Mid America. Hoss told me that nothing would whip that little monkey rooster as he had knocked out a big Hatch cock two times sparring.
A couple days after I came home I received a phone call from Bob Howard. I had met Bob, two times previously: Once at Dwight Orr’s Shop and later at his home in Georgia. He asked to buy the Asil and offered $500 for him. I said, Bob I turned down $1,000 for him at the derby. He said, “Well buddy, if ever a rooster was worth one thousand dollars that one sure was, but I have a limit how much I’ll pay and it is $500. If you’ll let me have him I promised that he will not get out my hands. “I agreed to the deal and my wife Mary and I drove half way to Cleveland, TN and met Bob on the road to deliver the little black cock I had named Mike Tyson.
Bob fought the little cock at the next Mid America derby and again won his money fight with only a cut on his toe.
A few days later Bob contacted me and ask, “How many of those Asils have you got?” I told him I had some sags coming cocks. He said I’d like to come and visit you if it’s ok. I assured him it was fine. He came and spent the night with us and I made a video of Bob talking about his fowl, the Murphy’s from T. L. Orr and the Kelso’s from Ed McKeldry. During the interview I congratulated him on all the derbies he had been winning. In the video I ask him what were the best cocks he had seen. He answered, “Well buddy, I guess the Murphy/Kelso’s until I saw these Asils. Now I believe they might be the best cocks in the world.”
He offered me a fantastic deal if I would let him have the Asil cross stags coming cocks. With Les Melvill’s consent I sold the fowl to Bob with the understanding that not one feather left his hands. (Memo: I told Les when I got the fowl I would not put them up for sale.)
The first time Bob fought the Asil crosses was at Sunset. He told me the Philippine Gov’t was coming over to watch him and he needed to show good. He called me from Sunset after the fight and said, “Well buddy, I didn’t win it but I went 7-1. Carol NeSmith went eight straight. He went six straight with the Asils and 1-1 with his fowl. Everybody down here is talking about the Asils,” he said. The president’s brother and brother-in-law and other high government officials are all coming home with me, he said.
Bob, called after he got home and ask me if he could let the gentlemen from the Philippines take the fowl back with them. “I’m going over there to train their boys how to train cocks,” he said, I told him that as long as the Asils left the USA that they could go.
I still have a video of those cocks in my pens here on the farm and also a video of them at Tarlac, Philippines.
I visited Bobby and Susan Boles three times with Robbie. Once Johnny Jumper went with me, and the last time Bob Howard as to go with me.
I made the video Soggy Bottom spoke of in one of his articles. I notice you mentioned everyone but me, I loaned the video to Bob but did not know he made a copy.
Bob Howard won many derbies before he met me. He won them using his fowl. Let me say this for the record, every Asil cross Bob Howard fought was bred and raised by me, James “Mac” White. If the above article doesn’t prove what I’m saying, Soggy Bottom may contact any of the following men, as they know who raised them.
In the USA: Johnny Jumper, Ray Alexander, Dan Gray, Oscar Akins, Gene Brown, Gene Batia, Lester Belt, Cigar Lail, Larry Romero, Carroll Ibele, Randall Herring, Steve Simbeck, Richard Wilborn, Tony Wilson, Joe Zannino, Eddie Frith, Lonnie Harper and others. In the Philippines: Peping Cojuangco, Esting Teopaco, Jorge Araneta, ?? Boy Araneta, Bob Deiz (Boy Diaz I guess), Larry Amante, and Beboy Anrequez (Biboy Enriquez).
Bob doesn’t need Asil articles to promote him, he was a great cocker before he received the Asils. I know this will start a paper war but as I said, this will be my only response. There are a lot of other people who might want to add to what I have written.
I have no keeps for sale and I have no Asil fowl on my farm. I gave my Asil fowl to Nathan Jumper, my godson.
Mighty Mouse died on the Tarlac plantation in the Philippines. His son Hammer died in Canada. I presented both as gifts to friends free of charge.
I apologize for this article and only responded after friends ask me to. May God bless each and every one of you and your loved ones.
James "Mac" White was a regular contributor to Grit & Steel (a U.S. magazine dedicated to gamefowl) until G&S shut down in August 2009. Mac has been around gamefowl for a very long time and has been friends with many well known breeders of the past. He breeds Bruner Roundheads, Bmw Kelso, Greys and Clarets.