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A little history. Don't let anything you
read here encourage you to fight dogs or you may have to leave your family and go to Prison.
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This is me back in the early days. This is Buster the last dog I conditioned. He was a blocky made dog. I conditioned
him two times for a guy 'Doing time'. He was brought to me by a friend of his on the outside. He won both times,
someone else conditioned him the third time and he lost.
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This is Fox's little Killer a granddaughter to My little Alvin dog a real hard biting rough bitch. I whipped
a bitch for Rick Bethel. Rick had won several fights in a row with no defeats when he ran into killer that stopped that.
He had a half brother to Alvin called Lion he whipped a dog for Ronnie Anderson and a dog for Maloney and whipped a carver
dog for Beasley. That dog was a great dog but never got much recognition.
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This is my dog from years ago called Cannonball an inbred Dibo dog. His papers didn't show it but Earl Tudor explained
to me that if his papers would have happed to been right Dibo would be on his pedigree 7 times. What ever that means.

Maurice and Pat Carver. One of the best producing pitdogmen that ever lived. Maurice was born November 2, 1916 and died
November 1979. The story goes that Pat his wife was A prostitute that use to work for Maurice. Later Maurice Carver Married
her. I don't think this should sway you in your opinion of Maurice Carver's intelligence. The Emperor of France
'Napolean Bonaparte' who was born in 1769 and died in 1821 also married a prostitute. He was known for his brilliance in war
strategies plus many other brilliant accomplishments while Emperor.

Don't let this influence you to fight dogs unless you like jail this is strictly history. The dog is my Ch. Ben dog.
On the left is James Kelley and I'm on the right. This happened years ago. You can tell I'm young in the picture and
everyone knows I'm an old man now.
This is a sorry picture. This is Jerry Johnston's Ch. Million. A four time winner and a grandson to my little 'Alvin
the dog'.
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This is a terrible picture of Mayfields Nigger dog. He
was first Tudor's Nigger then William's Nigger, Then Forsythe's Blackshine then Maloney's and Meriman's Blackshine
for one day ,then J.E. Kings Nigger then Kennedy's Nigger then Gilman's Nigger then Mayfield's Nigger. He changed hands quiet
often but no pups made it to fame till Mayfield got him with the exception of a couple from Tudor's yard. He
wasn't the game dog everybody thinks he was but to his credit he produced 5 or 6 game hard fighting dog while
Mayfield had him. Mayfield new this dog quit but wouldn't let himself believe it. Lots of the snot nosed kids get on the message
boards and say he didn't quit. They weren't there, I was and for their sake I wish he hadn't quit. A wise man once said
A Lie will die and the truth will live on. I look for this truth to live on. Maloney and Floyd Merriman bought
him from A.B. Forsythe and brought him back the next day all cut up. They insisted he quit to Forsythe. They traded
him back to A.B. for a little money and some junk. If he hadn't quit that time why did they bring him back all mad. I also
witnessed his standing in the corner quiting before that incident. Everyone needs to ask Charlie Adkisson about him
running from the Raccoon in the Oklahoma city flats when he got bit hard. I have patterdales terriers tougher than that. Forsythe
told me never to reveal what had happened with Nigger he wanted to sell him. I kept it to myself about him quiting
for a long time. I didn't even tell my closest friends.
I finally let the cat out of the bag. I wish I'd had never told about that and all the Nigger dog fans could
be happy. I could have bought him for 15 dollars. Charley Adkisson can varify the 15 dollar sales pitch.I wished I had bought
Nigger after seeing some of the dogs he produced for Mayfield but it is hard for me to buy a dog that stops
for any amount of money. Some young doggers said I told this because I was trying to hurt Don Mayfield. That is bullshit.
I liked the late Don Mayfield and considered him a friend even though he changed mentally through the years. I still think
he was one of the greatest dog men and conditioners of all times. I do believe he could have traded the dogs he fought into
his opponents dogs and still won on most occasions. Mayfield was that good with the dogs. If the young men that think
Nigger was a game dog want to live in that dream world that is there privileged. He changed hands 8 times.
So any lawyer can tell you. Anyone person or persons who were on any of those yards when he quit could testify to
that. Yet no one can say he didn't quit becuase they weren't in all eight of those yards at all times. So it is fine
for someone to say they don't believe he quit but for someone to say he didn't quit is making a statement that can't be proven. So
any testimony that says he didn't quit is wrong and impossible to prove and would not hold up in any court.. I should
have bought Nigger and should have tried to buy Bullyson. Who I put in the same category as Nigger. Two sorry
curr dogs that quit and still were good bred top producers.
I will tell you a little something about Asbury Beaty Forsythe one of the owners of The dog that ended up with the name
Mayfields Nigger. A.B. was born July 28 1910 and died May 15, 1988. He went by A.B. and everyone called him that. He
was quiet a guy. When he was a young man. He stole a truck load of Bat Manure. It is referred to as Bat Guano in the
fertilizer world. When the law got hot on his trail he burned the evidence. That ended him being charged with truck theft
and arson. For his reward for doing this. He spent several years in the Granite penitentiary here in Oklahoma. A.B. had two
sons and a daughter. One of his sons Bobby got put in McAlester Penitentiary in Oklahoma for armed robbery. His son Bobby
had asthma and during a riot which he wasn't really involved in got sprayed with teargas and died. This broke A.B.'s heart.
He wrote Senators, Congressmen and the Governor in protest. He seem to get hold of a good dog on occasion and would call me. I
would come down and check him or her out. He cheated me a few times. He would always apologize and say, I don't have
much money and sometime I have to stretch the truth to make a dollar. He said Randy you work and make good money and
can afford to be honest. My wife didn't like me going over to A.B.'s home. She thought he was an evil old man. He
was a pretty shady character but I liked him because as I've told people a hundred times. I like anyone that likes me. No
matter what they have done. I will tell you a story about A.B. that is unbelievable. He had a pitbull that had a spot on in
back where the skin was gone. It was about 4 inch by six inches. He had caught a stray dog and cut a peice of
skin, hair and all off the stray and had attempted to patch the spot on the pitbulls back that was missing. When I saw
it it was close to the same color of white but the hair was a different thickness and a little longer. He had sewed
it on when I saw it. The thread had been removed. I'm not sure if it stayed on or rotted away later. It looked like
it was going to stay on the pitbulls back forever and looked healed but who knows. I did not think to
ask about it later and didn't see the pitbull again. A.B. like to play jokes on people. One day I took a guy over to A.B.
forsythe's house. A.B. always had old tires for sale. This guy was looking for some tires. When we drove up A.B.'s house for
a joke he came out of the house with a gun that looked like a machine gun. He screamed at us and said I'm fixing to kill
you thieving S.O.B.'s. The man jumped out of my car and took off running. A.B. ran after him for a few seconds.
Which scared him even more. He didn't stop running for several blocks. I drove after him to bring him back. When
I caught up with him. He said take me home. He wouldn't go back to A.B.'s even though I explained how he was just teasing.
He was so scared he was shaking. So I took him home. A.B. called me that evening and was tickled to death to have scared that
poor guy half to death. His wife told me sometime later. A.B. took that gun and scared a young man real bad. He
was coming to buy a dog. The boy lost control of his car as he drove away in fear and ran over the gas meter
across the street and never came back.
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| Fox's Bad Ben in the 1970's |

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| Below is his Ch. certification from Sporting dog Journal |

Above is Ch. Bad Ben and his championship. This was recorded in the old Sporting Dog Journals. I cut it
out from the Journal and put it here. Ben won on gameness in some of his fights but won some with his hard bite
to. Ben was called Bimbo by the people I got him from. I didn't like that Bimbo name so I changed it. Ben earned that
name because Gary Chance who I got him from had some sons that were full of mischief. They would run by him and pull
his tail when he was eating. That made him crazy. He would eat a while and then he would comb the area with his eyes looking
and growling at anything that moved. He would bite anyone that approached him while he was eating. He went from Dr. Jekyl to
Mr. Hyde. He was perfectly fine till he ate .Them he became a dangerous machine. I learned to feed him and get out of the
way and everything worked out for me. James Kelley kept him for me for a while and worked him for me while I was working.
I forgot to tell him to be careful when he fed him. He called and was all excited and said. What is wrong with that dog he
almost hurt me. He had fear in his voice when he called. Someone poisoned four of my dogs 'all were winners'. Ben was
one of them. I went out to feed them and all four were dead. I never did know who did it. It had to be someone that kept up
with my matches because the winning dogs were all that got killed.
| This is Queenie after her win. |

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| Queenie is a daughter to Alvin. |
A flash from the 70's. Mike Kelley on the left and James Kelley in the middle and Jerry Johnston on the right and
the little winning bitch from my yard out of Alvin the dog. Years ago I went to Mike Kelley's house. I was in a little economy
car. Mike had a big female sheep that he kept in the house. I don't know what she did to make him mad but he insisted I take
her. I told him I was in my car. He said that she wouldn't hurt anything. He said she was housebroke and neat and clean. He
wanted me to take her to my acreage. He said I could have her and she had to go now. We put her in the back seat. I headed
home going south On I-35 in that little car. She jumped over the seat into the front seat and leaned over putting her head
next to mine. Three guys went around me in a big four wheel drive ford truck at a fast speed. One looked over and saw the
sheep setting next to me all snuggly. He told the others and the driver hit his breaks and slowed down and got beside
me. They were really staring hard and couldn't take their eyes off me. I leaned over and kissed the sheep on the
cheek. I thought they were going to run off the road with their insane laughter. They finally went on but I bet they
told that story everywhere they went that day. We kept her for years but she didn't get in my house. My wife sure wouldn't
go for a house sheep or me either.
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