Friday, February 8, 2019

APB: Pit Bull Attack at UC Davis Arboretum

The Police are interested in the identity of these two culprits.

Contact them if you can help.




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Sunday, September 2, 2018

APB - Pit & Run - Venice, CA

Hi all, does anyone know the lady in the attached picture or know where she lives? Her pit bull attacked my aunt and her dog this morning in Venice on Lincoln Bl and Sunset Ave at approx 7:00 am (right across the street from Clutch). Anyway, she refused to give my aunt her contact info. My aunt has multiple bite wounds, a fractured wrist, and is in so much pain. If anyone knows who the lady is or how we can get in touch with her, can you please PM me? thanks so much.

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Monday, February 5, 2018

Justice Mule


Justice Mule has competition. in reno, three ugly grippers escaped their property and attacked a horse. one of them sustained injuries severe enough to result in a dirt nap. well done horse!



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H37Hno47O7Q



in a perfect world, EVERY attacking ugly mutant frankenmauler would end up like this :)



doing his job
pulling his cart
justice the mule
he had a big heart

one day in a narrow road
out popped a shit bull from a commode

it went for his master
it went for his friend
justice the mule said
this shit has to end

so ran at the dog and dealt it some pain
justice mule said
this dog is insane

the first few kicks were just a warning
now that shit bulls owner will be in mourning

-DubV

Sunday, October 29, 2017

genetics


border collie, 14 weeks



border collie, 12 weeks



american pit bull terrier puppies








english pointer, 11 weeks



pointer



english setter, 9 weeks





any questions?

Monday, September 11, 2017

sneak preview

The setting for this adventure is the middle of the okeefenokee swamp. Literally in the swamp. The lights were strung over the dog pit suspended from tree limbs and run by generator and yeah somebody did live there.

The hundreds of photos I shot over the years were quite accurate but could never really convey the atmosphere. Imagine if you will approximately 100 people sitting on cobbled together bleacher eating, drinking and smoking waiting word from the promoter.

This show was being staged by my buddy the illustrious Harry Hargrove who at the appointed time stepped over the pit wall to make " the announcement." Back in the day all shows where prefaced by the promoter giving a brief speech.

"We're getting ready to have a dogfight here tonight (whistles, cheers) so if there's any sheriff's department, ATF, Treasury agents or humane society here I want you to stand up and identify yourselves (no one does, duh) . I see some people here tonight that I don't know so I'm going to point to them and somebody tell me who they are (all eyes scrutinize the crowd).

At this point my somewhat warped sense of humor kicked in. I turned to Carolyn Hand who was sitting to my left and asked, "you don't think anybody like that's here tonight do you?" She leaned close and (sotto voce) said "oh honey you never know who might be sittin next to you at one of these things anymore". She then assured me that if there was the men would handle it so I shouldn't worry.

After ascertaining that no undesirables were present the matches commenced. There is no way to convey the atmosphere. The smell of wet dogs, blood, beer, b.o. and the all pervasive miasma of redneck moron overlaid with barbeque is beyond description. Bets are being called with odds, some are taken while others are countered. A half kilo coke deal goes down not ten feet away while two dogs grapple and swap out holds.

I'm in my own little world bounded by the viewfinder of my trusty Nikon. The owners want pics if their dog wins or shows game.  Jack Kelly will publish them in the Sporting Dog Journal along with the match reports Carolyn will submit. Kelly is absent from this show, the dogs are average, no one going for a title tonight so he'll get the report and photos in the mail.

The matches go as expected until number six. Two fast mouthed fast footed bitches both looking for their first win fight wall to wall. This match went about forty five minutes before one quit standing on all fours.

After number seven is done it's time to convoy out of the swamp and down to the nearest all night diner for breakfast. It's only around two and sitting around for the post show dissection is always rewarding.  We take the three largest tables in the place and begin evaluating the dogs, the handlers, the gate and the crowd. These post match parties usually last an hour or more and something I always found quite productive.

I now have additional names to go with match handles. The guy sitting across the pit from me wearing three different plaids is from N.C. and a friend of Robert Bass. His kid is pre vet at UNC. That'll come in handy for everyone. The dogs this night had required no urgent post fight care, they just weren't that good. He and I will meet again in the not too distant future.

Finally it's time to go. After I leave the parking lot I spray myself with air freshener. The cloying smell of dogfight has permeated my clothes and I've no desire to spend the next few hours with it in my nostrils. Tonight the Doors, Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin ride with me over an empty rolling two lane road. It's very cold, sever clear with a full moon riding west. Frost sparkles like diamonds on cut over fields. The songs, the solitude and the night are really quite lovely, it's a good drive home.