Salt Creek Scary Mary
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By Jerry Moll
1/24/2010 10:34:13 AM
Nineteen Month Old Salt Creek Scary Mary is on a little bit of a roll. She has her money won for the PKC Spring One Year Old Super Stakes and she won her second consecutive UKC First Place last night at Blooming Grove, Indiana. All of Mary’s wins have come with the leaves off and the easy coons gone.
******Nite Ch Yadkin River Crowder
****Gr Nite Ch Rock River Sackett
******Flynn's Hustin Gypsy
**HOF Gr Nite Ch Ch Rock River Sackett Jr....
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Kevin & Lady On A Roll!
By Jerry Moll
Congratulations to 17 year old Kevin Cable Jr. of Cleves, Ohio. Kevin trained his own female “Cable’s Sweet Talking Lady” out of Gr Nite Ch PKC CH Sal....
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Grant Noeske & Red Oak Kiss
By Jerry Moll
Congratulations to Grant Noeske on his placement at TWBFA Walker Days last month. Neoske’s Red Oak Kiss is making a nice hound for Grant in the woods....
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2x AKC World Ch Buck Creek Mr Smith Pups
By Jerry Moll
Dual Gr Ch PKC Ch Moll's Salt Creek Kiss This has been bred to 2x AKC World Ch Gr Nite Ch PKC CH Mr. Smith. Call for details. 812-212-1619
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Congratulations to John, Rick ...
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Congratulations 2007 Spring Ba...
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Downtown Brown-All Three World...
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Now Booking Salt Creek Pups ...
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DUAL GRCH PKC CH Salt Creek Bad Brittni
DUAL GRCH PKC CH Salt Creek Sheila
DUAL GRCH PKC CH Moll's Salt Creek Kiss This
GRNITECH PKC CH Salt Creek Rapid River Sockett
GRCH NITECH Moll's Salt Creek Annie's Angel
GRNITECH PKC PCH Moll's Salt Creek Jenni
NITECH Finley River Bing
NITECH PKC CH Moll's Salt Creek Zeke
GRCH GRNITECH PKC GCH Moll's Salt Creek Kiss
NITECH CH Moll's Salt Creek Sam
GRCH GRNITECH Moll's Salt Creek Ann IV
DUAL GRCH PKC CH Moll's Salt Creek Molly-Ann
PKC CH Salt Creek Tree Talkin' Tess
Nite Ch PKC SCH Salt Creek Tree Talkin' Lizzy
HOF GRNITECH PKC CH Salt Creek Private Dancer
GRCH NITECH Moll's Salt Creek Ann III
NITECH CH Lipper's Mac II
CH Moll's Salt Creek Dixie
GRNITECH CH Moll's Salt Creek Ann II
HOF GRNITECH Moll's Salt Creek Annie
NITECH Moll's Salt Creek Stub
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"Summertime and the livinˇ¦ is easy"
By: Jerry Moll
The thick layer of grey haze floated between the hazy moon and the dark treetops reminded me it was mid-summer in Southeastern Indiana, as if I really needed another clue. An observable cloud of nighttime humidity seems to go hand in hand with summertime around here and really makes the corn grow; at least thatˇ¦s what Dad used to say. With every step forward I could feel the sweat trickle all the way from the base of my neck down to the small of my back. The once dry t-shirt was now fully saturated and the additional perspiration had no place else to go. Stopping to take a short breather, I instinctively reached for my S/C water bottle holder hanging by my side, but the container had been empty for awhile now. These hills were tough, but still much better than the perils of the low ground and cutover that lay ahead.
As I topped the last hill I could hear the hounds treed in the distant bottom, beseeching me to give them some type of relief. Both hounds were taking uncharacteristic but reasonable pauses in their tree barking due to the choking heat and humidity. While starting off again in their direction I mumbled to myself about the foolishness of hunting more than one dog at a time and of not driving around to get closer before heading toward them. I like to keep sending dogs off trees rather than patch hunting; I guess Iˇ¦m stubborn that way and sometimes I have to ˇ§payˇ¨ for it. As I plodded along I recalled just five short months ago when the snow and ice covered ground was almost too treacherous to walk on. I remembered being bundled up in my old Carhartt coat and gloves, longing for warmer weather. ˇ§Be careful what you wish forˇ¨, I thought to myself while stopping to remove a pair of wood ticks crawling up my right arm.
The closer I came to the banks of Laughery Creek the more the local mosquito swarm went on the offensive, coming at me from all directions in full attack mode. Our annual bull nettle crop (itch weed) was growing well, towering well above my head making it nearly impossible to navigate without walking sideways stomping a pathway ahead of me. I knew from years of experience not to scratch the itch of the itch weed, no matter how uncomfortable, it only made it worse. I laughed to myself thinking about how my brothers and I used to play in the creek as youngsters with cutoff shorts as our only clothing without a care in the world. Now Iˇ¦m covered with jeans, boots and nylon trying to protect my ... more
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