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Bred Right
Fox hounds are not trained. At least, Bruce’s weren't. "If they’re bred right, they train themselves." Jack maintained.
Over the years. Jack has kept meticulous records on the family trees of his hounds. He’s always been ready to snap up a good dog with blood lines that go back to Burrell Frank Bvwaters’ pack or Charlie Eastham’s Countess or Mr. Brooke Miller’s Rags.
"Now, that was a great hound. We’d been chasing a fox for hours and he ducked into Mr.. Rudacill’s garden. 01’ Rags went round and round and round that garden, trying to find a way in to that fox. There wasn’t one. So Rags just reached up and grabbed a piece of that fence in his jaws and ripped it off. Then he went in and killed that fox.”
But there’s more to picking a good hound than knowing bloodlines. “Dogs are like people. Sometimes, you can just look at a man and know if he’s got any sense. It’s the same way with dogs.”
Jack tells a story of the time Wade H. Massie decided he wanted some new hounds. Jack had agreed to take one of his good bitches over to Rapidan to breed her to Ennis Jenkins’ Top, the best hound sire in the area at that time with ancestry going back to the Bywaters’ lines. The get of the match was to go to Massie.
At Rapidan, the two Rappahannock men took a look at Jenkins’ kennels of 25 to 30 fox hounds. “Wade asked him, ‘What’s the best hound you’ve got?’ ” Bruce recalled. Before Jenkins could answer, Jack had made his selection, a white bitch with tan ears. . . "You hit the nail right on the head!” he recalls Jenkins
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