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BRICK I would like to take this time hand write some good words about my main man BRICK. Brick is no longer with us. I rescued Brick from a jerk when he was 5 months old. He was only 40 pounds, but the mal nutrition was very noticeable. I could take my hand and pick him up without a problem at all. He was very afraid and always kept his tail tuck when humans came around, but if he caught glimpse of any type of four legged animal he would be at attention. I would let him run free in my yard the first week he would not even come close to me. After about to weeks I was sitting with him on my porch and this guy just decided to walk up and criticize how thin and poor Brick look. Well Brick had just about taken to me and he started to growl and the bum. I knew right then he actually did not trust people and figured it was from the way he was treated the early years of his life. Well brick started filling out and looking pretty nice, although he would be permanantley scarred by the mal nutrition. When he was nice and strong at about 9 months of age, I decided to put him in a three-minute roll, just to see if he was fired up. Well after two minutes I had to get him off a five-pound lighter 17-month-old. I had witnessed the 17-month roll for about 10 - 15 minutes with good hard biting dogs. I knew it was something about Brick's mouth that stopped the dog in his tracks. Well I decided to sit on Brick a good while before I would start schooling him. This young teenager and I were the only people that could touch Brick. Brick knew he had a home now and he was going to do everything he could to protect it and make sure it was not taking away from him. The guy I acquired him from could not even come within 100 feet and not here brick barking at him. . Well I just decided Brick did not like Humans and to a lot of dogmen that’s bad, but I knew the history of this dog and really would have liked for him to like man, but hell I don't like people that much my dam self. Well at around 14 months brick was starting to look even better. He was already raising another one of my pups, which he felt, was his own son. Brick loved pups and would not touch a pup at all. He even would let pups eat first and would make sure they were taken care of. A buddy of mines had just purchased this nice amstaff and he was around 75 pounds. I told him to take that show dog back to where he got him. Well he brought the dog over to my yard and stated he would like for him to roll with Brick, I told him I'm first going to start with a ear and head dog and besides the dog was out of Bricks weight class. At this time Brick was weighing in at 55#s chw. Well I had brick in the chain length kennel and the bum let his dog go up to the fence. The dog grabbed brick on the foot through the fence and went to work. I got them broken up, and I myself went to work on the bum. Were I'm from I'm known to be a good person and this man tried to take my kindness for weakness. He called the cops but everything was squared off because he was on my property and let his dog of the leash. The only thing I feared is that he would try and Poisson my dogs. Now the bum lives about 6 blocks from my house. I usually let brick run around in the back and do his thing. Well when I came from work one day he had jumped the extremely high 12ft private fence and ran all the way 6 blocks to get a hold of the dog that grabbed his foot through the fence. Once I got there brick had to sucker crying for his life I was able to get brick off, and it just so happens the owner was in jail, nothing came of the incident and the owner is still in jail right today. The dog was given to someone I know. It is being a nice pet. I was shocked at Brick running all the way up there just to battle the other dog. I thought dam that’s determination. And I loved what I had witnessed. I knew I had to keep him on the runner if I was going to let him out the kennel. When Brick was around 17 months I let him get in a roll with a good leg dog but one that was not a good biter. The dog was a good leg dog and I think Brick knew it also. The dog was probably 4 pounds lighter than Brick but was very strong. He would constantly get a leg and work it. I really wanted to see how brick would react. There was no whimpering or crying or growling. All I could see was Brick thinking of a way to get him a hold. The next thing I knew he had the dog by the nose and what trying to eat it. Then he just took hold and just put down the pressure. The other dog started whimpering and we had to stop it because Brick hit a bleeder and it was ooozing. I was glad to see Brick handle up on that nose. Now Brick was also at his max chain weight of 62 pounds and was feeling good. I had this old nice good ability bitch that I just felt her and Brick would set out some fire balls so I bred him to her. At about 20 months I let a good ear dog get on Brick. He was a little heavier and had tremendous technique of hiding those legs. All the dog did was help show Brick his true hold of life, which was the chest hold. Brick got into the chest and became a punisher. He was very offensive and was biting the dog just specifically because the dog exists in the same world as he. See Brick felt like he was the only male dog that was to exist and if another exist the Brick felt he must show him why he should not exist. I've seen a lot of hard biting dogs and dogs that live to battle, but brick takes the cake in my eyes. I knew the games was there because some pit mixed mutts had triple teamed him and he sent each one running at a time. Those dogs never come around anymore. The ordeal lasts 23 minutes. Brick escaped the ordeal and I gave him a long time of to recover. My little friend let Brick out and brick got away from him. From that point on I was the only person to touch Brick. Right at two years of age I was always asked when was I going to let Brick out and do his thing, being the patient dog man I am I decided when he was close to two and a half or a little older. Well back to the roll. Brick destroyed the ear dog and had his chest all mixed up. Now this roll only could go 8 minutes because of the damaged brick was putting on the ear dog. Brick really escaped the roll with any injuries. So I decided to roll him a month later with these backyard rollers dog that was supposedly a good one and a nice nose dog. I felt pretty nervous and almost pulled out of it. It was established it would go only for 8 to ten. The nose dog owner's homies wanted to game but I said it was only a roll and my dog would be picked up at any time. I decided to let it go twenty if needed. I was getting ready to bring Brick out in about 5 or six months any way and I wanted him to be in a little heat for a while. Plus I did not like the guys anyway. Well the Dog was a hell of a nose dog for about 4 minutes. I was nervous as hell and I knew this would be a good test for Brick, both were at the same weight, but the other dog had been worked very well and in good shape. He was bigger than Brick. You all know what I mean. Well at that 4-minute mark brick flipped the script and some kind of way and reversed the nose hold. Brick held it and worked it for about 1 minute and he knew he did not give a damn about a nose hold and he wanted his chest hold. Brick let go dove and went got the left side of the chest. The damn dog whimpered when Brick took hold, but soon got back quit. I started to see the nose dogs tail set low and I knew Brick was putting on the pressure. See Brick was not satisfied with anything he had to have the best and wanted the best hold. No turns were committed, but the guy stated his dog would scratch, and his buddy wanted to bet 50 that the dog would scratch. I said no and stated this is only a roll and then I said what the hell it's a bet. Whenever they come apart before the 20-minute mark we will scratch them. Whoever turns, but if it is no turn then the scratch will be on the nose dog since they proposed the bet on his scratching. Brick held the chest until the whole twenty and was just starting to have fun. The dog was not able to turn because brick had a damn good hold. We broke the dogs, and let the dog scratch he looked at brick and went 40 feet the opposite way. Brick was constantly struggling to get to the dog, so it was no bet that he would not scratch. I was pretty much upset with the outcome of Brick's rolls, because I still wanted more pressure put on him. I figured hell I've had some good ones on him but he seems to be just too much. Well I hate to say but brick never did really drain a drop of blood out of a dog but the damage was there. The next day the nose dog went to the big party. I figured I was at fault because I could have stopped it at anytime and I knew the pressure Brick put on other dogs. Well I figured it was time for Brick to make his mark. I bred him with an all around game hard mouth bitch that was wrecking up stuff. I went ahead and bought the bitch. I began conditioning brick for a light match just to get him started. Then pit weight was at 55 and it was going to be a good one. The key is it was going to be a good one. Brick lost his life this weekend on 5/30/99. I had pups out of the game-hard mouth bitch evil and they were two weeks old. Someone found out about the pups and decided they were going to steal them. I have a young bitch that I was keeping with Brick, and I need to separate them because she was in heat. Well I had Brick on a 2ft chain and chained him outside the yard. Well when the thieves went to still the pups. Brick jumped the 12ft fence and hung himself. He was trying to get to the thieves. I think it snapped his neck instantly so he probably did not suffer. I lost the female and the pups to the thieves. I have no idea who stole the pups and caused brick to hang himself. This was my dog my buddy something that gave a damn about me when most people didn't. I would have kept him if he would have won or lost. I still weep tears for this marvel of a creature and will for a long time. I just think maybe this world was not ready for him. It makes me want to get rid of every dog in my yard because of his loss, but because of Brick being the dog he was I will not. I have two sons out of him that or now 6 months and are on fire. They were on fire at three weeks before they even could really walk. Many say that can not be true, but I always show them the tape of the pups even when they were just opening their eyes. I'm going to watch over these pups with care and I know where the rest are. It' just that I will never have another Brick. He was going to be my foundation. I mean Ca Jack just think if you lost Poncho and did not have a lot of breeding of him or hell just think if you lost him period. See Brick was in my mind the best chest dog out there because he got in the chest that mattered, mines. He went straight to my heart and never let go. I figured I had to write this because he deserves ever bit of it and some more. He was a soldier, and he will be back. Scratch on apbt lovers and may you all have Bricks or better. INDO-DYNO I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS AROUND 11 YEARS OLD. MY UNCLE HAD AN OLD COLBY BRED PUP NAME LADY THAT WAS ON FIRE AT AROUND 3 MONTHS OF AGE. HE GOT THE PUP AS A GIFT FROM WHEN HE WAS IN THE MILITARY. LADY WAS A VERY AGGRESSIVE PUP. SHE WOULD HAUL OFF AND HIT AN OLDER DOG IF IT GOT IN HER PATH. MY UNCLE DIED SHORTLY AFTER BRINGING LADY HOME DUE TO ALCOHOL POISING. MY GRANDPARENTS BEGIN TO TAKE CARE OF LADY. WHEN LADY WAS AROUND SEVEN MONTHS, SOME NEW NEIGHBORS MOVED NEXT DOOR WITH A BIG 11/2 YEAR OLD ROTTIE. THE ROTTIE WOULD ALWAYS BARK AT THE FENCE AT LADY, BUT LADY WOULD JUST STAND THERE AND NOT EVEN MAKE A SOUND. ONE NICE SPRING AFTERNOON, I WAS PLAYING WITH LADY IN MY GRANDPARENTS BACK YARD. THE OWNER OF THE ROTT ALWAYS THREATEN TO SICK HER ON LADY AND AS I RECALL, ROTTS WERE BECOMING FAMOUS BACK THEN IN THE 80'S. I ALWAYS TOLD HIM TO LEAVE THAT BIG DOG WHERE SHE WAS AT. WELL THAT DAY HE LET THE ROTT OUT IN THE BACK AND SHE JUMP THE FENCE. ALL I COULD THINK WAS TO GET INSIDE THE HOUSE. I WAS ALSO TRYING TO PULL LADY IN THE HOUSE WITH ME. WELL THE ROTT HAD A LITTLE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT. SHE GRABBED LADY ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD WHILE I WAS PULLING LADY. LADY WAS WEIGHING ABOUT 55#S AT THE TIME.THE ROTT WAS ABOUT 90#S. SHE GRABBED LADY AND FLIPPED HER TO THE GROUND. I WAS YELLING FOR MY GRANDFATHER TO COME AND HELP ME GET THE ROTTIE OFF OF LADY. WELL, I DID NOT NEED MY GRAND FATHER TO DO THAT. LADY WAS ALL THE HELP SHE NEEDED. ONCE I REALLY LOOKED AT THE TWO DOGS, I REALIZED THAT LADY HAD ONE OF TH ROTTIES FRONT LEGS. SHE WOULD NOT RELEASE IT. THEN I BEGAN TO HEAR THE OWNER OF THE ROTT TELL HIS ROTTIE TO GET LADY. WELL LADY WAS SHOWING TECHNIQUES AS A YOUNG GAME DOG. THE ROTTIE DID ALL THE SHAKING SHE WAS GOING TO DO. THE ROTT BEGAN TO TIRE AND LADY SEEMED TO GET STRONGER AS IT LASTED. LADY STAYED ON THE BOTTOM HALF WAY THROUGH THE MATCH. LADY ALL OF THE SUDDEN CAME UP ON TOP AND BEGAN TO WORK ONE OF THE HINDQUATERS OF THE ROTT. BY THIS TIME LADY HAD ALREADY DISMANTLED THE FRONT LEG. THE ROTT BEGAN TO YAP AND SNAP AT LADY, SHE WAS QUITING AT THE WRONG TIME. THE CHEERS FROM THE OWNER BEGAN TO GO FROM GET HER TO GET YOUR DOG OFF OF MY ROTTIE. HE JUMPED THE FENCE AND TRIED TO BEAT LADY WITH A STICK. BY THIS TIME MY GRANDFATHER CAME TO THE BACK AND TOLD HIM HE BETTER GET BACK ACROSS THE FENCE OR HE WOULD BEAT HIM WITH HIS PISTOL. THE OWNER ASKED US TO GET LADY OFF OF HER AND MY GRANDFATHER SAID HIS DOG SHOULD HAVE NEVER JUMPED THE FENCE. WELL THE BATTLE WENT ON FOR ABOUT 35 MINTUES. LADY HAD A GOOD SIZE WOUND ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD, BUT IT WAS NOT TERRIBLE. THE ROTTIE ESCAPED THE ORDEAL WITH THREE BROKEN LEGS AND A DAMAGED KIDNEY. I FELT BAD THE ROTTIE HAD TO BE INJURED, BUT HEY SHE DETERMINED HER OWN FATE. WE LOST LADY ABOUT A YEAR LATER DUE TO ME BEING A YOUNG 12 YEAR OLD UNEXPERIENCED DOGMAN. I LET LADY BREED IN THE HOT SUMMER HEAT AND I LEFT HER UNATTENDED. SHE AND THE STUD BOTH DIED FROM THE HEAT. LADY REST IN PEACE.

I think all of us pit owners have great stories to tell. When I was a bit younger, I had a white bitch by the name of Shasta. She was forty pounds on a good day. She was a line-bred Heinzel, Tudor, Nebletts and Loposay dog by a game California Champ, William's Jaws. Well, one day I was walking Shasta in the neighborhood. There was this house on one block. The owners had a fence surrounding their backyard (which faced the sidewalk) in bad need of repair. The problem was the two Dobermans in the backyard that would try to bite kid's feet and ankles as they walked by the fence. Their whole canine head could fit out of one of those holes. This was information I was privy to, so I decided to walk Shasta right by the fence. Sure enough, both Dobies lunged their heads out of the holes to bite me and quick as lightening, Shasta turned around and locked up on one of the Dobie's nose. That dog howled SOOO LOUD! I was in a fright so I yanked and yanked on Shasta's leash. We both went tumbling into the street, not because Shasta let go but because she took the Dobie's nose with her!! The next day there was a construction crew at the house putting up a new concrete fence...Scratch on, Brother!

I write this story of PHYSENS ( Father of Lolla) in remembrance of this true Warrior: Physens first lived in town, but his owner ( a dear friend of mine) had to find a new place for him to stay. He took Physens to stay with some family on a farm about 120km away. He went to visit Physens quite a few times before Physens got killed. On the farm there were many animals ( You all know the song Old McDonald had a farm ). On this farm Physens like most other Pit Bulls just wanted to get into a scrap with everything else. "It's much like us humans we first have to appreciate something to enable us to care about it and not destroy what we fear"Physnes being an intelligent Pit Bull and all soon realized that nothing on the farm held any threat to him and all got along fine. Unfortunately there were some other family animals on the farm as well, scavengers called Baboon's. They never got real close to the house until this one day. That day no-one was on the farm except the animals and Physens. He heard the Baboon's and went to investigate. What happened next is some fact and some speculation. Physens got into a scrap with one of the male Baboon's protecting the rest of the group. We think this is the Baboon he killed. Another Baboon came to help his friend and this was starting to get a bit too much for Physens. He got home with puncture wholes through his lungs and torn flesh under his stomach. He died there... At first no one knew what had happened when they got home. Physens was dead and no -one knew how or why. It was only discovered when they turned Physens around what had happened. Every one went to search for the Baboons and found the dead one in the bushes about 800m away from the home.( The vegetation is very dense and thorny) The one Baboon that was dead looked really bad at the neck and chest. The other one was in the trees nearby moaning of all the pain he was in, he's one shoulder had been taken out and his hand was hanging limp. (He was shot to relieve him from his pain ) It was all a very unfortunate accident on the Baboon's side as well on the side of Physens. The farmer did not hold anything against the Baboon's for they also had their losses. They never got within 1,5km of the house again. Amy bred off Cougar and Billy - Jean. Owned by Kobus and Hester

GR. CH. "35" : THE BEGINNING It was a blistering hot day in central Oklahoma the second time I saw the little buckskin dog that, as fate would have it, was eventually to change my life. We were in the midst of the heat wave of 1980, suffering through over forty straight days of hundred degree plus temperatures, and when I heard the knock at my door, I really didn't feel like answering, not just because of the heat, but due mostly to one of the worst hangovers of my adult life. Fortunately I did answer, only to be confronted by a fellow who looked at least as bad as I felt. I didn't recognize him immediately as we had only met once before and it wasn't until I saw the dog in the back seat of his car that I knew who it was that had summoned me from my nauseous stupor aboard the "porcelain pony" in my bathroom. He probably didn't remember my name either as we had only spoken briefly one day when I had seen him walking the pup and stopped to ask about it. He didn't know how the dog was bred and said only that a friend had given it to him as a young pup the last time he passed through New Mexico, judging from his apparent age, at least six or eight months ago. I thought no more about the man or his pup until that day, several months later, when in the scorching midday sun, he and the dog showed up on my doorstep. He said, "I know you know about these dogs and I was wondering if you would give me thirty -five dollars for him. I have to go away to MacAlester (state prison) for a few months and my wife doesn't like the dog. It's okay if you want to fight him or whatever." My first impulse, standing there staring at him, his long sweat-soaked hair clinging to the ashen skin of his face and neck, (and my stomach doing cartwheels across my torso ) was to tell him to "take a hike" so I could rush back to my retreat in the "John". But a little voice in the back of my brain ( the crazy "dog man" voice ) said "Hey Bill, you can't raise a pup to a year old for thirty-five dollars, much less buy one. Maybe you should give it a shot?" I said "Wait here. I'll see if I have the cash." It turned out to be one of the luckiest ( if not the most immediately enjoyable ) decisions I've ever made. I must confess I didn't even feel like walking the yearling pup for almost twenty-four hours. I just put him in a crate downstairs and went back to wishing I were temporarily dead. I remember marveling at how uncannily silent the dog was, never making a peep the whole time, nor did he soil his crate before I finally got around to taking him out. It was only then that I saw he was absolutely covered with ticks! They were in his ears, between his toes, in his armpits, everywhere! So, after he took a long, long pee and moved his bowels our first mission was to soak him good with a powerful insecticide. I noticed too, on that first walk with him, that he would go in any direction except where you wanted him to go, a trait which would stay with him the rest of his life. And one which isn't too convenient for trying to "empty out" a match dog. I got him "wormed out" as well as taking care of the tick problem and wondered if my money might not have been better spent on feed for the twenty or so dogs I already owned. After all I didn't even know the breeding of the dog and what were the odds of this orphan turning out to be worth keeping? But he was mine now and the money was gone; I might as well keep an open mind about him and see how my investment turned out. I mean, I had some well bred dogs in my yard but nothing that was looking like a world-beater, and who knows, maybe this little buckskin dog would be that "ace" every dog man dreams of. He was already a year old so it wouldn't take much longer or much feed to find out. And he was a good-looking little dog, nice head, good body structure and big teeth! Five or six weeks later I decided to walk him up to another of my males to see if he might be ready to start. I chose "Cody", a well bred "Hank"/ "Jesse", "Bolio" cross with some "old Wallace" and "Jim Williams" blood mixed in too. He was a few pounds larger and six months older than the buckskin pup, who at that point I don't think I'd even chosen a name for, ( no sense in "wasting" a good name on a dog that would probably "quit" anyway, right? ) But this was just to be a "starter bump" anyway, to see how badly I'd squandered my thirty-five bucks. I wouldn't let "Cody" hurt him, as "Cody" had started and looked promising in rolls and, of course, the pup had no experience at all. I intended to give him the same chance as all my dogs got, to "make the grade", though I vowed he would certainly get "game-tested" a lot harder due to my lack of confidence in his, at least to me, mysterious family tree. I took him off his chain and approached "Cody" cautiously, as I didn't even bother to pick up a breaking stick, so sure was I that probably nothing would happen anyway between the two youngsters. "Cody" stiff-legged it and growled but before either "Cody" or myself could do anything to stop him ( we had different methods in mind, "Cody" and I ) the pup had grabbed "Cody" by the side of the head, flipped him over his shoulder and was vigorously shaking and working his hold! Fortunately I was seasoned enough not to panic but I was so surprised that it took me a few moments to collect myself enough to formulate a plan and get the now angrily combative, young adversaries apart. Later, after putting the soon to be named, buckskin "pup" back on his chain, I had a chance to ponder what had happened. What had happened? "How did that thirteen month old "pup" do that to "Cody", I wondered? Soon enough I would understand that it wasn't a fluke I had just witnessed but the coming of age of the best pit dog I have ever seen. That tick-infested, buckskin "pup" of unknown breeding was soon to become the feared, "35" Dollar Dog, destined to win eight straight contract matches, without a loss, and would eventually become known as the famous...GR. CH "35"

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