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| Fox's 2x winner Dude from the old days. |
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| Granddaughter to Black Widow Tudor gave me. |
I will tell you people a little about myself. I Randy Fox was raise on a wheat,cotton and cattle farm and we
also had horses. I've never been arrested except for drag racing when I was a boy. I have done my fair share of
things that were questionable but have alway been a believer of Jesus Christ and am far from being perfect and backslide regularly.
When I was young. My parents both worked and we had a maid that cleaned house and took care of us kids. The first maid was
Mrs. Banner Evans and the second was Ms. Evelyn Gray both were very fine women. Don't let this make you think I have money.
I'm just a poor old retired Plumber. I will never have the finances my parents had. I have met people as I've walked
through the pitbull world from all walks of life. All the way from killers to Preachers that fought pitbulls. I
hope you don't judge me as being all that bad since I was a dogfighter. I bet you no matter what lifestyle you lead.
You have done just as bad, if not worst in Gods eyes. Like the bible says. Let the man without sin throw the firsts
stone. America is going to go broke putting people in prisons for small crimes like dogfighting but no one seems to see this
coming. There will be more people in prison than out od prison someday.
Above is another picture of Charley Adkisson a friend and his Brindle dog. This dog is a brother to Maloney's Slasher. This
brindle male dog is off Warren's old One eye. A dog Larry Warren got out of the pound. I know Maloney's Slasher
doesn't show 'One Eye' on his pedigree 'oh well'. I can tell you Charley didn't have anything to do with that false
paperwork.This one eyed dog whipped many a good bred dog. One was a son to Eli Jr.
Above is Mr. James Kelley on the left. He is a good friend a retired school teacher and an oldtime dogfighter. On the
right is his son. The late Mike Kelley who was a painter for the state with his son Tyler. Mike Kelley also was a dogfighter
from the past in the old days and had some great dogs. Mike Kelley was born February 16, 1953 and died January 16 1998. Mike
Kelley was good friends with the late Mike Peeler. ( I need a picture of Mike Peeler) Mike Peeler had some great
pitdogs in his day. Peeler was from Okmulgee,Oklahoma. He was born January 18 1954 and died august 19,2002
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Years ago I lived in a little town at Drummond,Oklahoma. I had a big back yard full of dogs. An old man that lived two
houses down from me had a big red butted monkey. He would come on my property and get in front of the dogs on chains
and dance up and down and torment them. I went to the old mans home and ask him as nice as I could to please keep him up.
I told him I had fears of a dog getting loose and I couldn't predict what would happen. I had heard stories of Monkeys killing
dogs and that worried me to. The old man got real crazy and said if that monkey gets hurt by any of those pitbulls.
He'd kill every dog I had. I turned and walked away. I didn't know how to handle stupidity. One day I drove in from work and
started with my lunch bucket toward the door. when out of the corner of my eye I saw Sport coming around the corner of the
house dragging that monkey as he came. He seemed to almost have a grin on his face. I got him right quick
and took him around back and put a new collar to replace his broke collar. I pushed the monkey under the porch that set up
off the ground where no one could see the evidence. When it got dark I put the monkey in a feed sack and drove to the country
and threw him in a deep ditch. I worked at Vance Air Force Base. When I went back to work I told the boys about that
big happening. The next day the radio came on at work and the man was offering a hundred dollar reward for the monkeys return.
The guys started teasing me. Saying, where did you throw him. I'll go get him and get my reward. The publicity scared
me so that night in a snow blizzard I drove to the country and got him out of the ditch. I brought him back and cleaned him
up the best I could and in the night sneaked over in the mans back yard and put him high up in a fork of the tree. The blizzard
wiped out my tracks. The radio ads quit and everyone but the old man lived happily everafter. I have learned since then to
use two collars with no snaps and I made my own extra heavy swivels. I used some 3/8 chain and some 1/2 chain. I quit using
axels and went to bolting the chain through a cement block and burying it about 18 inches deep and never had any trouble
again. I personally have learned how axels and snaps can cost you a dog. If you want to use them be foolish it is your loss.
I gave heart worm preventive the first of each month and examined each chain at that time to. Also while living at that house.
Mrs. Moore live next door to me and they had a 14 year old sheltie. I was walking Suzie a Dibo bred bitch and she jerked
loose and ran after the sheltie. She was running so fast and hard. She ran over him and I jumped over him and caught her.
When I looked back he was laying on his side dead. I put her up. Mrs. Moore saw the whole deal. I told her I was
sorry. She said it wouldn't be so bad but that was Bob's dog. Bob her husband was in a nursing home. I buried the
dog for her and she said no more about it as long as I lived there. I guess the hard lick he took when she ran over him killed
him. Who knows?
Years ago I think it was back in the 1970's. I attended some dogfights near the Texas,Oklahoma
border. They had lots of matches scheduled. There was a long driveway to the chicken fighting barn where the fights
were held. The man at the gate had a walkie talkie to warn people at the barn if the law came. The concession ran out of beer
and sent the man with the walkie talkie to town to get more beer. That is when we got raided. There was a small 4' by
4' metal door about 16 feet up facing the west. The window was locked but people kicked it open and were diving
off the bleachers through it from the inside of the barn to the outside. About 8 foot down was a metal roof that stuck out
about 8 foot. As the law came in the front door. People dived through that door and landed with a bang and then rolled of
that extended roof and landed another 8 foot to the ground. I could here them moan when they hit the ground. I was outside
talking to Danny Burton. He was leaning on someone's car hood. An Oklahoma Highway patrolman stopped and stared real cold
for a moment. Then he walked off. I told Danny he sure did look at your cold. He said, I thought he was looking
at you. The Texas and Oklahoma lawmen couldn't tell who was in charge because the red river had moved
and the border couldn't be determined. So my group eased in our vehicles and left, Some went to a new sight and
fought their dogs but we wanted no part of that. It was to risky for us.
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| Frank Beat Jerry Beene with this bitch who was a daughter to my Ch. Rusty dog. This is in 1970's. |
Franks little Candy bitch stopped the Bitch of Jerry Beene's standing on all fours in the corner in the late 60's or
early 70's. She was a daughter to Maloney's Toot and an old time Colby bitch. Beene's Maloney bred bitch had a hard mouth
but when it came down to it. She couldn't take the punishment. These two bitches both had good mouths and traded holts from
front to back.This went on all the way through a hard fought battle. Like I said about Candy. She was out of my Ch. Rusty
dog. Who was a Tudor's Dusky and Tacoma Jack bred male and my Suzie bitch. Suzie was a true Dibo bred dog. Who's
papers were altered by a famous dog man back in the day. Who told me he altered them. That way no one would
know how Suzie's greatgrandparents were really bred. The old time dogman told me Suzie would have Dibo on
her papers seven time. That is if she had been registered corrrectly 'but she wasn't'. I saw so much of
that paper altering. I bet no dog is bred right if the truth was told about the true pedigrees. After all, there lots of different owners
on one pedigree and that increase the percentages of paper hanging.
| My Grandad Yates in 1924 and a pitbull. |
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Above is My Greatgrandmother Margaret Clarissa (Yates) Hayes born in 1867 in Tennessee and Her husband. Who
also was My great grandfather William Rufus Hayes born in Tennessee in 1865 . Last but not least My Great,Great
Grandfather Jessie Williams Yates born in 1844 either in Tennessee or North Carolina and his Pitbull. He is the father
of Margaret. I found this old picture at one of my older cousins and didn't know who they were. She explained all these
details to me. This is part of my natural fathers family that I wanted to get to know as an adult.
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| Fox'sYellow 2x winner from the 1970's. |
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| Charley Adkisson and Decordova's famous Bat dog. |
| This is Rachel my youngest daughter & Goober |
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Years ago people fled from their home countriesto get away
from dictatorships and special interest groups. These countries restricted their religious beliefs
and many other things in their life they had been doing in their past. They came to america with a dream
of true freedom.Yet today special interest groups are stopping many of those freedoms. It is strange to me how men can fight
till one or both can't stand up. Yet laws are in place that stop dogs or chicken from fighting. It is considered
cruel and is a felony. In some states it is unlawful for a dog or a horse to race.
Plus in all states a horse can be only raced on a state sanction racetrack. A group is going state by state getting laws passed where you can't keep a dog on a chain. Yet lots of men have
been in shackles. Pitbulls and many other breeds of dogs have been kept on chains for hundreds of years but all of a
sudden it is bad. Have you ever given the thought to how much we are like the early Romans. They had men
fighting to the death in their coliseums. We pit people in our coliseums against each other every time
there is a football game. Yet that is fine. People have been paralyzed for life in the games. Every bone known
to man has been broken one time or another during these games. Yet that is accepted and I love it. Many groups are trying
to take our guns and stop our hunting. One group says they are going to start with California passing no hunting laws
and go state by state still hunting is completely banned. I believe that people have so much cruelty
in them and if they are completely stopped from hunting and all blood sports are stopped. Man will turn to cruelty to
each other to fulfill their blood taste. That is what Peta does and the Humane society does. They hurt people if they can
in the name of making all animals be treated like they wish. I heard a scientist say that each day an animal becomes
extinct. Well, each day one of our freedoms become extinct as well. Here in the old U.S. of A.. Laws against carrying
fighting chickens and fighting dogs across state lines have been passed. That law is getting innocent people arrested who carry
their pitbulls and chickens across state lines and haven't ever fought a dog and aren't going to fight a dog. Under this law
you are guilty for having the pitbull or chicken with you while cross a state line and you have to prove your not guilty. I
don't believe that is true justice. Peta and the Humane society need to be stopped in their tracks. If our lawmakers keep
passing new laws at the pace they are passed today. In the future 90% of the people will be in prison and 10% running
free still making new laws and running our country.
Above is the late Bill Decordovas. He was born William Decordovas on July 14,1899 and died July 1970.He was a nice quiet
man a butcher by trade. I consider him a friend and will always remember him dearly. Many a famous dog has his name on the
pedigree. Bill Lived in Mt. View Oklahoma a short distance from Jim Williams and Earl Tudor and seven miles from my hometown.
While Bill was dieing in the hospital a well known dogman stole all his dogs. Earl Tudor went to his aid and got part of them
back. He could do something through his training techniques that I didn't see any other dogman do. He could let several
dogs of his eat together out of one pan. You might laugh but you are wrong thinking they were currs. One was the Tammy
bitch he whipped Mayfield with, The other was Ribbon. A great female and pitddog who is on many famous dog's pedigrees
today. I can see others in my minds eye he did that with through the years but can't think of their names. Who said pitbulls
were crazy.
Above is Maloney's Davis. His pedigree shows him off Toot and Colorado. Davis was a pretty good dog. He did lose
once and got counted biting his tail walking in a circle. His mother Colorado was a currdog in my opinion. She came out of
the corner in a match and took two or three steps and decided to turn around and go back to her master. When Colorado was
in heat. Charley Adkisson and myself went out to Maloney's house. He had Colorado in with Rusty. Rusty was off Toot and a
Bat and Ribbon female. They were hung up when we were there. The week before when we were out there she was in the Pen with
Toot. I think Toot was starting to lose interest in sex and Don covered his trail by making sure she got bred. Today
people can find out whether you are doing this with DNA. Don and his friend W.H. told me they stole Toot from Diffenbach.
At first Don had him registered out of Jeff but like a miracle he got a new sire 'Spike' later on in life. He could have easily
been out of either dog. Diffenbach and Tudor were friends and traded chickens and dogs back and forth. Some guy wrote in the
Pedigrees online that Toot was a four time winner. He only won two fights. I was around back then and know the truth.
| The Famous Don Maloney,dogfighter, famous breeder. |
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| He bred many a famous pitdog and got shot to death. |
This is the late Don Maloney Don I speculate won more fights than he lost. Don was born April 10,1937 and was shot to
death in December 1986. He had a girlfriend he was fooling with and like some men do. He neglected his wife. His wife
who I still like and think she had just cause. Found her someone else. Don wanted his Kate and Edith to 'so to speak'. Don
followed Claudia to her new found friends home and walked in with a gun and got killed for his trouble. It reminds me of the
song. Play around you lose you wife, Play to long you lose your life. Goodtime Charleys back in town. Don left a wife and
three kids behind because of all this. Earl Maloney named after Earl Tudor. When he was a young boy got his leg eat up bad.
He walked up behind a dog. He'd hugged that dog a hundred times. He grabbed him around the neck when Don was carrying
a dog to a pit in his yard. The excited dog whirled around and ruined Earl's leg. He has had numerous operations
on it. I called Claudia in 2006 and Earl called me. They both seemed glad to hear from me. I consider Don's wife and
kids good people. I think Claudia is with the man that shot Don and power to her, She needs a life and someone that treats
her good. I was out in eastern Oklahoma back in the early eighties at some matches. Don smarted off to me. I knocked
him in the pit. he and I were down on the mat fighting and the dogs were fighting. Don tried to stab me. He had a knife in
his hand someone stood on his hand and took out the knife and said their isn't going to be any of that here. Several guys
lifted us out of the pit to the out side and we kept fighting. A guy walked up behind me with a big branch and was going to
club me in the back of the head. Larry Warren stuck a gun in his face and told him to back off and he did. Jerry Johnston
also kept some people out of it. The management told me to please let him up. So I did. All I had was some scratches on my
face like fingernail had got me. They put him over on the other side of the pit way away from me. They had a building
where they had snacks. I was hungry and wanted a beer after that excitment so I went to the snack bar. A man from a
state up north with an Italian name looked me in the eye. He said I have a dog to match and I will tie his hind legs
together and fight at what ever you have. I was already mad so I told him. I'd kick his ass to and take his bullshit
somewhere else. He did just that. Giving me an angry stare as he went. I hate idiots like that.
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| This is Leigh my oldest daughter, Alvin and myself in the 1970's. |
Back in the old days in the early 1970's. I fought my Alvin dog, known as 'Alivn the dog' at Alvin kephardt.
I beat a brother to the famous Hank dog. A man came to me and told me he witnessed Kephardt rubbbing something out
of a small jar on his dog. I fought him anyway (which wasn't smart). My Alvin dog managed to whip Kephardt's dog but
dropped holds when biting in the area Kephardt had rubbed. Alvin's eyes looked real weird for a couple of days.
What people do to try to win has no limits. His next fight was against Danny Burton. I beat his dog in two hours
and twenty three minutes. Alvin was different from any dog I ever saw fight. When Alvins opponent got weak and Alvin knew
he had him whipped. He would put his feet on the dog and use his feet and legs for leverage to pull peices of flesh loose
and swallow the flesh. Earl Tudor said he knew Alvin would eat a dog after killing him. After this long fight with Danny
Burton. Alvin laid on his side in a special room I had fixed up for pitdogs looking death in the eye for twelve days
after the fight. I fed him broth each day with a teaspoon. Trickling it down his throat until he would strangle.
He was hooked to IV'S replacing his body fluids and was given antibiotics daily. He smelled like rotting flesh. I moved his
limbs around daily. He would moan in pain. On the 12th day he stood up and was looking me in the eye wagging his tail.
I said you ok boy. He just wagged that tail even harder. He recovered and lived several years after that but
later died with cancer. Probably from the steroids I gave him. I swore during those twelve days I'd never
fight another dog. I ask myself what kind of man can do that to a dog. I ask Mayfield years ago. Did seeing them get
hurt bother him. He said, only if they don't get well so they could fight them again. Alvin was so Popular that people
from seveal countries flew to American and came to my home and tried to buy him and or his offsprings. I, not like many
so called top dogmen. Refused to sell anything to anyone from another country. I have my policies and that was one of them.
Laugh at me if you like. That is just me and my standards. I also refused to let Earl Tudor breed anything to Alvin and
maybe I should have breed to him. He ask me several times. Like I've said before. I liked Earl but I didn't like Earl. I
had mixed feeling about him. He just wasn't my kind of people.
Earl Tudor who was at pitside said Alvin was the best dog he had seen in 40 years and Danny Burton's dog was a good second.
Cecil Pond who is a fine man refereed that fight. He said the same thing about Alvin that Earl Tudor said but added
he had only seen one other fight that had pitdogs of that quality and he saw lots of fights. I was in my back yard playing
with Alvin one day when my wife yelled for me to take the trash around to the side of the house before the trashmen came.
She handed me a sack of trash. I opened the gate to the backyard and let Alvin go with me. As we got to the trash container
a cat flew out of it and headed across the street. Alvin right on his heels. I chased them to a house with the garage door
open across the street and down one house. The cat ran up the built in ladder that went to the attic and the door was gone
to the attic so the cat was up in the attic. Alvins front half was in the attic as I grabbed him by one hind leg.
I pulled him down to me. I subdued him in my arms and walked straight for my house not looking back. I could visualize
people looking at me out of the window even though I kept my eyes forward. I thought about it later.What if he'd got
into the attic and fell through the ceiling killing the cat as he fell to the living room. Boy would I have had lots of explaining
to do. I was very lucky that it turned out the way it did.
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This is my dear friend who was married to my cousin. The late Richard (Rick) Snow. Rick sometimes helped
me work dogs and doctored dogs for me. His IQ was off the charts. He was going to Oklahoma State University to be a vet when
he met his tragic death. My family and myself miss him. He has many grandchildren he didn't get to see or know and
they didn't get to see or know him. He has a son I stay in touch with and have told him many stories about
Rick and his life in the old days.
'Above' This is a friend and a good dogman who like them Colby dogs. Mr. Harry Mossberg. Harry was born in July
3,1896 and died August 1984. He was from Washington, Pennsylvania.
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| Cecil was a top dogman an and honest dogman back in the day. |
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| Off Alvin & a curr sister to Tombstone called Bonnie. |
Years ago Don Maloney put on some fights just outside Norman, Oklahoma. We got raided. It is sort of funny
how Channel four was up front of the parade of cars driving up to bust us. I have a theory that their is more publicity for
a lawman to catch a dogfighter than to catch criminals that rape and kill. I think that is because it is not the normal everyday
thing you see on the television, like murder and rape. I would like to see the data on all the crimes committed against
families that were neglected during of this raid. Don Maloney ,Homer Sams and a drunk were arrested. Maloney ask for
a search warrent they told him to shut up or they would tape his mouth shut and put him in the trunk. They fingerprinted the
rest of us and let us go. Don was charged with a felony. Yet after many months of hagling back and forth and many lawyer fees
. The charges were dropped. I remember running with everyone and lots of them were worried about getting caught and their
probation would be revoked. I was worried I might get one of those probations. Yet it all worked out good from most everyone.
When they arrived I believe the way they acted. They knew who they wanted before they drove up. Years ago Homer Sams came
to my house. He and I had an on going problem which I will not go into detail about. One night he knocked on the door. When
I got to the door and stepped out with no shoes on and no shirt on. He ask me to come here a minute and I walked out toward
his car. He was very strong for an older man. He must had been in his late 40's a short barrel chested man. He took
off his glasses as I walked toward him and set them on the car hood. I was around 20 years old. When he turned toward
me I hit him but didn't catch him as solid as I needed to. He flew into me fighting in close hitting me one shot right after
the other. I couldn't get right so I grabbed Him and had his head but he slide it upward and his ear drug past my mouth
I grabbed it with my teeth. I shook him like a bulldog. He screamed in pain. He was walking backwards hitting me in the top
of the head with something and got his feet tangled in some fencing in the front of my house and fell to the ground jerking
his ear from my mouth. I saw it dangling as he hit the ground. I got on top of him and was hitting him and he was almost out
from the punches. My wife came out of the house with a gun and 'said let him up'. She said, no one is going to fight here
with my babies in the house. Homer said something smart to her and took one step toward her. She begged him to keep coming.
He quickly caught on that she wasn't bluffing and got in his car and slung gravel as he left. I let her settle down A
little and then decided to ask her why did you do that I was just starting to win. She told me. This is a good time for you
to shut up. So like a smart man should do. I shut up. Like Larry Warren once told me.Their is nothing meaner or tougher than
a mad woman. I called Frank Carver. He was a friend of mine in Enid,Oklahoma and lived close to me. He was a medic
in the military when he was younger. He checked over the top of my head and said it looked like I had been hit with a church
key or a pointed ring. I had little holes all in the top of my head. He put them on there when I was eating up that ear. Frank
doctored each cut with alcohol then grinned and said he thought I'd live and left for home. Who said bulldog
people are normal.
Years ago Don Maloney sent word to me he wanted a little bitch I called Hempee to give to Earl Tudor. Earl hadn't had
a dog for a while and wanted her. So I gladly sent her to Don to give to Earl. Hempee was off Toot and the last bitch Hemphill
had. Shortly there after I get word that Roland Fotenot had her. Well I found out later the deal was a scam
just to beat me out of her, so Don could make some money. I will say it didn't pay me to feel sorry for old Earl and
try to be nice to him because that left me vulnerable. Hempee was a badly cowhocked little bitch. Roland called
her Crip. I had a couple of Hemphill dogs Wilder gave me and they quit. A boy who lived by Wilder and help him check his dogs
said all them he tested quit. The boy was a real nice young man. James Kelley and I really like him. We heard later that he
killed hisself. He worked at a dairy close to Wilder. Don't make me or any dogfighter your hero. We were law breakers when
we fought dogs and lawbreakers can't be trusted. If you dance you will have to pay the fiddler or maybe if
you do the crime you will do the time fits this situation. Please don't fight dogs this day and time or you may
have to leave your children for years.
Back in the 60's I had a black bitch I thought quiet a bit of. She had been rolled hard and showed good. I called her
Misty. Jimmy Job brought over a bitch he got from Forsythe. He wanted to test her. My bitch grabbed her and seem to be handling
her. All of a sudden she turned and wouldn't take holt. I said lets see if my bitch will go. She stood in the corner and wouldn't
go. All this happened in about 5 minutes. I was going to shoot her. Jobe had seen her go before and she seemed tough and real
game. She didn't act a thing like she did with Jobes bitch. Jobe said don't shoot her give her to me. I'll give her
another try. I don't give dogs another try. So I gave Misty to him. Later he traded Misty to Jim Williams for anther
dog. Misty ended up in some southern state winning four fights and some she won some with extreme gameness. How
do I explain this. Well here goes. I have come home from work in the past and my wife acts meaner than a snake. Which
isn't her true temperament. I can walk in the door being guilty of nothing and still face her rath on rare occasions.
I believe female dogs like women have a misadjustment of hormones and this can happen without warning. When this
does happen the female dogs aren't the same dog or a woman isn't the same woman so to speak. Misty just got rolled one
of these times when her hormones were out of adjustment and she became a currdog for a few days. Has anyone else had
this happen?
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