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Irish Jerry's GR Ch Weehunt

Discussion in 'History Pictures & Reports' started by XXX, May 11, 2009.

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    By: Irish Jerry



    In this story I will try to express in words some of the pleasures and triumphs of breeding, raising and owning on of the most winning fighting dogs of the past quarter century. GR CH Weehunt had a recorded match tally of 6 wins and no loses and never met his equal inside the four squares. His first match was against a 5x winner, his last versus a 6x winner; we never dodged a match with him. We traveled with him, took him up or down in weight and he did the rest. The number of wins of his opponents was 16, Compared to today's standards those statistics are staggering. Weehunt never had a full set of teeth as a match dog and was hard to work, but he excelled against all odds. Included in the Weehunt story you will discover some little known facts about him; as well as his mother, CH Honeybunch, and his half brothers, Pharaoh and others. Being the first performing athlete of his mother CH Honeybunch, he was destined to make the unusual name "Weehunt" a household name in the houses of Dogmen everywhere.


    To best understand the selection of Weehunt's sire and dam I guess you must put yourself in my place for a moment. I had at the time, matched a few dogs with great success in the pit. I had gone through the school of hard knocks by losing a few in the brush. My last and most recent match was a 56 minute win by a dog named Trim Moody. Trim was a Joe Orday bred Dibo dog with unbelievable gameness. When my young gyp Honeybunch, who I purchased from Maurice Carver came into heat Trim was the man. Honeybunch wasn't started at the time but I just couldn't pass up her heat. I felt that the gameness of Trim combined with the Bullyson/Carver power in her should produce. The Trim Moody dog had suffered some severe damage to his rear end as well as significant wounds to his private parts in his first match. At the time of the breeding Trim was fine. He was bred to Shanda Colby, Pharaoh's dam, and other bitches before being castrated by a vet to save his life. The breeding was made and produced only three male dogs; Joker, BullyBob, and our star player Weehunt.

    The Name:

    For years to come I would have people ask me, "How did you come up with a name like Weehunt?" Weehunt is a surname somewhat common in the North Georgia, Tennessee area. I remembered some stories that were told to me by my father and his brothers about some encounters with "The Weehunt Boys". My dad was one of eleven children and six of them were boys. The Weehunt family had an equal number of siblings but the number of boys was seven, eight, or nine....depending on which uncle was telling the story. The rule of "first come" applied to the swimming hole and ball field in those days. This would result in fights with bruises and black eyes, and bloody noses from the fists of the Weehunt Boys. When Honeybunch's pups were weaned and in a pen they began to earn their names. BullyBob's name came easy as he and Weehunt both tried to be bullies at feeding time. The little black and white spotted pup wouldn't cut Bully no slack, thus the name Weehunt.

    Going to school:

    I was a young and eager Dogman at the time and I had no conception of how to properly school a prospective Matchdog. I would regularly take them off the chain and roll them. Some of these rolls would last 15 or 20 minutes by the time they were 1 year of age. I estimate that Weehunt had roll times of over 8 hours before the start of his first keep.
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    1st Match:

    At age 2 years and 1 month to the day, Weehunt was going into his first match. His first match was hooked up with Don McDougal of Florida, and into a dog named Tigger. The Tigger dog was a veteran of six matches and was a 5x winner. His only loss came when he was picked up at 16 months of age after making a courtesy scratch. He returned to win five consecutive matches and at the age of 4 was pitted for his seventh time into the first time outer called Weehunt. Weehunt was a pain in the ass to work but I was able to get in alot of hand walking and a bit of treadmill time the first four weeks. I was forced to turn the dog over to J. Shaw just two weeks before the match. My mother who was in the hospital with cancer had taken a turn for the worst and my sister and I chose to stay with her around the clock. My mother knew of the upcoming match and insisted on me going to handle Weehunt. I assured her that he was in good hands, but by Sunday afternoon she had convinced me to go and promised that she would be there when I returned. I left for Shaw's place in time to handle. Shaw was asked to referee even though he helped me with the keep.

    The dogs were released and the more experienced dog started out rough and seemed to be way ahead at the 25 minute mark. Weehunt would come up from the bottom and fight in flurries and generally just stayed out of trouble. He could bite when he needed to, but was content most of the time to roll with the flow. Weehunt claimed his first win after 1:28 and scratched like a rocket after being down for most of the match.

    The next morning when I returned to the hospital mom said "I told you I would wait for you." she asked me if Weehunt was o.k., I told her he was fine, she smiled. The next day my mom passed away. I only had dogs for three years when mom passed, but she always loved the dogs and helped me with them a great deal. To say that Weehunt was well schooled would be a gross understatement. I guess I need to explain to readers of this story that this is not the correct way to school a prospect. I guess I was hard headed back then with a young mind and would not listen to the advise of others. Weehunt was rolled many times as a young pup mostly into his brother BullyBob. Someone would come by to see the dogs and after a beer or two I would turn these two pups loose. Weehunt was rolled into his brother Bully or another young pup as often as two weeks apart by the age of 6 to 8 months. he really loved to fight and I guess I got a kick from watching him scratch, My methods would be very different today, but this part of the story must also be told.
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    Match 2:

    Weehunt recovered from his first match rapidly and within a month or two i was looking for another match for him. Bob Johnson from Miami who was a relatively newcomer to the game called and gave me a few weights. Bob, whom I had previously met when he came to my place to buy a pup, seemed to be a very nice guy and I was glad to match into him. I matched two dogs into Bob. Weehunt was to go at 37 1/2 pounds, one less than his first match. A second match was also hooked, males at 39 pounds. I put Weehunt to work, and at this time he was a little bit easier to work. The second entry was at 39 pounds and I decided to use Shotgun, a red brindle male Maurice had sent me from Texas. He was a live wire and very easy to work, making it easy to get the two dogs ready even if one of them was Weehunt.
    We arrived at the venue a day ahead of time and were shown some South Georgia hospitality the night before the match. Bob and his partner had two pretty good dogs and they were good players. The first one up was Weehunt and Devil. Devil was a rough, good wrestling dog and Weehunt with his "rope -a-dope" style made the betting even better. During the match the lights went out when the generator ran out of gas. Within two minutes the lights came back on. While the lights were out I stated "Hurry and get the lights on, these people came a long way to see Weehunt get beat." But when the lights came on Weehunt came from the bottom and shook like hell. Old Devil gave it up at :42. We were also able to win with our Shotgun dog in just less than 1 hour.
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    Champion Match:

    The match was held at Leo's place. Leo C. was putting on some big shows in those days and I was feeling pretty cocky behind a record of eleven wins from our last twelve matches. One of these eleven wins was by my second entry in this show, a bitch called Miss Pool Hall Red, she was matched that night at 37 1/2 pounds into Finley's Prissy a good looking buckskin bitch bred by Bob. Red was to wait her turn as I was trying to get Weehunt down to his match weight of 38 pounds. Weehunt had been on weight the night before, but the next morning he appeared to be a bit too dry for me and I asked an old friend of mine J.E. Alexander, an old veteran on the game, and he advised me to "Wet-em-up" eight hours from match time. This I did, but the moisture stayed with him causing me to be 1/2 pound over at weigh in.

    My opponent Norman claimed the forfeit and refused odds, it looked like a walk over from here. It looked as if old Weehunt would have to wait until later to claim his Championship. The master of ceremonies, Leo, asked me what the problem was. I told him I felt I could make weight in an hour or two. He told me that since I had traveled so far with two animals that he would insist that my opponent match into me if I made weight by the end of the last male match. With alittle luck an empty Weehunt and a 2 hour plus match we made weight. There were seven matches that night 5 males and 2 females. As a result of being moved to the last male match, this meant we would go back to back because our females was the first of the female matches.

    Norman had a fancy fighting dog and ole Weehunt had to crank it up a notch. At the 30 minute mark Weehunt was starting to look like a Champion by staying on the faster dog's head. I looked at Rosanne and said "We just got us a new Champion" Next up was Miss Pool Hall Red who was coming off a loss to Don Mayfield's Easy. Red had won her first over the great Iron Polly, also a pure Carver bitch. But Red was purely a dogman's dream. It took just :04 1/2 to win this one.

    Its alot of work to work two dogs but its worth it when they come out this good. Weehunt's official time was :36.
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    4th Match:

    A seasoned dog, Weehunt by this time had gotten much better about his working ability and I was able to out him up pretty well. I met Devine in the mid-starter area and only a few gathered for a three match show. Charles Gray had a female matched and he kept the crowd entertained before and after the matches. During the weigh in, Baker Davis, who was elected to judge the contest was asked who he thought would win. Baker , being reluctant to make a prediction just said "Its hard to beat an old seasoned dog."

    In less than three months after the win at Leo's I turned Weehunt loose on another opponent, who looked alittle spooked. Weehunt drove him into the corner on the initial scratch and the dog started turning and snapping. Weehunt, with his style of adjusting, also started to turn. I called several turns on the opponents dog, but didn't get one recongized. I called one on Weehunt and did get it recongized. After a quick handle Weehunt again drove the red dog hard into the corner. Another quick handle and I could not believe the red dog made a straight scratch with his tail down between his legs. I released Weehunt just before he got there and Weehunt got a stifle hold and shook hard. The red dog found some space between two spectators and jumped out. In :06 the match was over and Weehunt had another win. The red dog had won his first match in over an hour but couldn't stand the heat Weehunt was putting on and gave it up in 6 minutes.

    Weehunt had a small cut here and there, but as far as he knew he really hadn't been in a match. The late Earl Adam was putting on some shows in Tennessee during this time and gave me a call saying he was looking for a 38lb male that could be ready in three weeks. He told me the original opponent had gotten off the chain and into a yard fight and that he was facing paying the forefit. I told him I had one tuned up and ready. Weehunt had lost his upper holder in his first match and over half a lower in his third. I never let it bother me that he didn't have all his teeth; he had something that meant alot more than big teeth--big heart.
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    Grand Championship:

    We rolled into the motel at Mount Eagle in time to feed for the next night's battle. After we arrived I was introduced to our opponent who asked me several questions about my dog. He told me his was a 1X winner that was 4 years old. I told him I had a 4x winner 1 year old.... hahaha....Actually Weehunt was almost 3 years old at the time but it was unusual for me to talk about the match with my opponent before the match took place. So by giving a few more ridiculous answers to his questions, he didn't ask anymore. I didn't really mind talking to the man, but I was probably just as nervous as he was. The next night by fight time I'm sure he was aware of the age, record and winning style of Weehunt. My friend Buddy Creech who made the trip from South Georgia was asked by someone from up North how Weehunt was able to win so many fights, this was in Tennessee before Weehunts fifth match. Buddy who had seen Weehunt go a few times, was slow to respond to the Yankee's question. Buddy said "Well I've seen him go a few times." The northern fancier said "He must be rough and a good wrestler." Buddy shook his head "No, not especially." Looking puzzled the Yankee said" Well how does he win?" Buddy said "He just knows how to win by God... thats what he does the best." Buddy, who was dogman of the year about 1980 is still around and has dogs from time to time.

    This red dog was from Ohio and was a smart fighting dog, reasonably rough and had a good mouth. Weehunt had been in the pit so many times he knew where he was and was looking for his opponent to come to the pit. When I turned Weehunt loose he crouched low and ran hard to meet his victim. When the two dogs hit in the middle there was a lod crack and I felt something hit my shirt. I quickly brought my hand to my chest and caught a large piece of tooth. I showed it to the referee and a spectator or two and they all asked which dog lost it. My response was "Probably mine, but it doesn't matter. Weehunt is used to fighting without teeth."

    The first handle was 20 minutes into the match, I checked and Weehunt had lost only the top holder. This left him with one lower holder and a half of a top one, but both were on the left side. Weehunt would start to shake the dog and sling himself loose from the dog. He seemed to realize he could no longer hold a dog and began to chew him with the left side of his mouth. Buford Adams said, "He knows he don't have any teeth on the right side and watch him chew with the left side." At :58 his opponent was unable to scratch.

    he was now.... Grand Champion Weehunt.
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    The Longest Match:

    Weehunt was an old veteran now and had won his Grand Championship before his third birthday on October 12th 1977. He had lost most of his teeth by this time, but I knew he was a fighting dog so again I began to shop his weight. Rodney Robinson from around the gulf coast had a 6x winner that they were proud of and the weight was close enough, we decided to go for it. I remember several details of the match and also a potential bettor that asked if he could walk with me as I walked Weehunt out before the match. I knew the man and I agreed to let him tag along as I walked my boy GR Ch Weehunt. I don't recall the guy's name but he asked me what was Weehunt's longest match. I answered "it was a while back, his first one.... it went 1:28 why?" "Well I'm trying to decide which one to bet on. Did you know his opponent has been over 2 hours twice?" "No.. I didn't know that." I responded with great surprise. "Well good luck Jerry. I had decided I am going to bet on the more experienced dog." I smiled and thanked him. As we got back to my station wagon I told someone to go find that guy and bet him some money. They soon returned and said he wouldn't bet but $20.00. I said "Well, that figures after all that careful consideration."

    The match went 2:21 with our boy winning his sixth match and making himself the winningest dog in recent history to have that many wins with no losses. The Going Light Barney dog had won 8 matches but only competed in the "Dixie Den of Death" aka DDD, he had stood the line at :36 or thereabouts. Weehunt won his the hard way, all of them in Dixie. Weehunt won his sixth match when he was about 3 1/2 years old. The total time of all six matches was over 5:30. His roll time before he was matched may have doubled that. I honestly believe he could have won a few more if he had lived past the age of 3 1/2 years.
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    The Final Chapter:

    There are ups and downs in the life of any great athlete, be it animal or man. One of the saddest times I can ever remember is the day I came home and found the results of a terrible kennel accident. Weehunt had escaped his pen and killed two dogs. One was a small male, 33 pounds match weight. The second was a female about his size. He had enough left after killing the female to jump Buck , aka Blue Boy, a son of Bullyson.

    I had bought Buck from Maurice after he had lost to Butcher Boy in 1:10. There really wasn't much fight left in Weehunt at this point and Buck took him out and had consumed all of one rear quarter of him when I came home from work.

    Buck who sire the great Cherokee Chief then went on to win over twenty fights many of them not reported and were "off the chain" matches. Buck was a 47 pound dog, Weehunt a 37 to 39 pounder had no chance. Weehunt was bred only two times producing a 5x winner called Joe from one bitch and a 2x winner, Wilcox's Flim Flam, when bred to his half sister Gross's Sassy.

    Weehunt was one of a kind and I feel sure that he would have been just as good of a stud dog as he was a fighting dog if he had lived past his prime. All his matches were a matter of record and reported to the Journal and to Pit Dog Report. He remains to this day, the winningest son of CH Honeybunch and one of the winningest dogs of recent history.

    It was a pleasue to own this great dog and I hope to own another one some day as great as GR CH Weehunt.

    ~Irish Jerry

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