|Dear American Bulldog Enthusiasts:
This is the saddest occasion I have ever had to write about. It has been
two weeks since the tragic incident, and it is still very hard to write
On Monday, January 8, 1996, my beloved White Fang was shot in the head
and killed before I even had gotten out of bed that morning. Sheila
carelessly let him out unsupervised, he chased my low-life neighbor's cur
dog from my property back to the neighbor's, caught and proceeded to work
the cur over on his owner's porch. The cur's owner tried to "scare" Fang off
by throwing milk jugs at him, of course to no avail. He then fired a shot to
"scare" Fang off, to which Fang acted in a predictable manor, and "attacked
the threatening bad guy who was shooting at him."
Besides dealing with the shock and grief of losing my #1 buddy, I am mad
as hell and can't do anything about it. You cannot go back in time.
I am mad at Sheila for allowing Fang to go out unsupervised, I'm mad at
that S.O.B. that allowed his cur to run loose, and I'm mad at myself for not
shooting the cur in the past two years that he has been trespassing on my
land. I had actually chased him off with warning shots numerous times
because he was a neighbor's dog. The dog has been chained since he lured
Fang to his death. But the slime bucket will let him loose again and I
guarantee that either a 450# Russian Boar or the vultures will dine on cur.
(editorís note: The vultures dined, I didnít want the mess in the hog pen)
Fang had gotten out of our eyesight on a few occasions and found plenty
of "bulldog" type distractions in his own yard that he availed himself on.
My stud Russian Boar is only 150 feet from our house and Fang would love to
fight him through the fence or chase him round and round the pen, which he
would do till he dropped. (Fang, not the boar). Or he would go 100 yards
past the boar pen and take another try at whipping my 90 pound Pit Bull,
Brutus McCoy, or check out the various bitches for romantic reasons. But
that morning, he found a trespasser on his property, chased, caught, and was
'interrupted in punishing the trespasser by a gun shooting antagonist.
Fang had only one reaction to a gun shot, crack of a whip, or a threat to
him or those in his charge, it pissed him off, and turned him into the
GUARDIAN WARRIOR that he was. He never thought about where he was and
retreating from a threat was not his nature.
It doesn't make it any easier, but Fang did die doing what he loved. He
considered our property, boars and dogs his domain and would not stand for
four or two legged uninvited trespassers. He pursued, caught and punished an
'intruder and attacked a "bad guy" threatening him and shooting at him with
a gun. He did what he was bred and trained to do and was cut down in his
prime through no fault of his own.
We are raising up a 5 month old son of fang out of Scoot who is the only
one around hear who's glad the Fangster is gone. He is getting a lot of
I was lucky enough to have had the foresight to freeze 'some of Fan's
semen which will be used in our own breeding program in our attempt to
recreate a bulldog 3/4 as good as Fang, which would still be one hell of a
I hesitated about putting the best damn dog I've ever owned in over 30
years on the cover of ABR #5 because I knew my critics would accuse me of a
self serving act, and trying to promote my own dogs. But when I really
thought about it, I realized that in reality, if it weren't for that big
white brave buddy of mine, there would be no American Bulldog Association or
American Bulldog Review. If Fate would not have delivered Fang to us, I
would not have included the American Bulldog in the working bulldog magazine
I was starting. National Bulldogger which turned into Bulldog Review which
in turn evolved into the all American Bulldog American Bulldog Review, and I
never would have started the American Bulldog Association Registry.
The following is a brief story on White Fang and a little of our roots in
the American Bulldog world.