John Gryphon
Well-Known Member
A rippin` old girl that I bred on farm all so long ago and she was a great asset in the field being ruthless with wild dogs and foxes, pointed quail, could find anything in the ferns, she never stopped hunting ever but had slowed the last couple of years and had been loose to do what she wanted on farm for two years.
I had chopped up a portion of deer fore quarter for my old bitch Berry, kennel name Black Berry Gryphinosis (Berry because she is/was black, get it) She was in her kennel over night as a must due to the fact that she had twice gone to a cow carcase set with traps and twice stepped into steel, in the one week ffs. Traps having been set I wasn't giving her another chance.
I gave her a good lump of meat of about 1.5 kilos and she hardly looked at it. I thought it strange as she had always been a gannet.
Short story I went to let her out of her pen after my hunt this morning, rattled her door as usual as having been whelped way back in 8 Feb 2008 she was fairly deaf. She didn't respond and I thought that she was in one of her deep sleep slumbers.
I touched the back of her head and knew straight away that she was dead. She had passed in her sleep, a ripping old warrior bitch with no fear. A bitch that had contributed to many fine days. She could find a trapped dog that had taken a drag back into the bush and always earned her keep and there was also the watch dog factor that many of my mates were very wary of yet the kids played with her.
She will go up on the hill under a big shady Blackwood tree with her litter brother (cancer last year) and nephew (snake bite). She had a good life of freedom and non stop hunting....what she was bred for.
RIP `ol Berry.
btw the wild dog bitch that she is shaking in the photo had been head shot in trap,hence blood from gob, no element of anything untoward was involved.
Berry was particularly ruthless with the opposition bitches....it was war.
I had chopped up a portion of deer fore quarter for my old bitch Berry, kennel name Black Berry Gryphinosis (Berry because she is/was black, get it) She was in her kennel over night as a must due to the fact that she had twice gone to a cow carcase set with traps and twice stepped into steel, in the one week ffs. Traps having been set I wasn't giving her another chance.
I gave her a good lump of meat of about 1.5 kilos and she hardly looked at it. I thought it strange as she had always been a gannet.
Short story I went to let her out of her pen after my hunt this morning, rattled her door as usual as having been whelped way back in 8 Feb 2008 she was fairly deaf. She didn't respond and I thought that she was in one of her deep sleep slumbers.
I touched the back of her head and knew straight away that she was dead. She had passed in her sleep, a ripping old warrior bitch with no fear. A bitch that had contributed to many fine days. She could find a trapped dog that had taken a drag back into the bush and always earned her keep and there was also the watch dog factor that many of my mates were very wary of yet the kids played with her.
She will go up on the hill under a big shady Blackwood tree with her litter brother (cancer last year) and nephew (snake bite). She had a good life of freedom and non stop hunting....what she was bred for.
RIP `ol Berry.
btw the wild dog bitch that she is shaking in the photo had been head shot in trap,hence blood from gob, no element of anything untoward was involved.
Berry was particularly ruthless with the opposition bitches....it was war.
