2x AKC World Ch Buck Creek Mr Smith Pups
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By Jerry Moll
5/20/2008 3:03:04 PM
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 and Baby!
By Jerry Moll
John Strickland and Rick Vogel acquired "Who’s Cryin’ Now Baby" Labor Day weekend in Indiana. Since then she has earned a Pup Spot for September with....
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Congratulations 2007 Spring Baby Champ!!
By Jerry Moll
Sullivan, In –
2007 Spring Baby Stakes, 79 entries.
Final Cast:
1st
Trixie (second from left)
Ray Lunsford II - O/H
150+
$638
2nd
Spi....
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Downtown Brown-All Three World Hunts
By Jerry Moll
Downtown Brown, owned by Carlton and Thomas Mitchell of Lynchburg, VA and handled by Rick Stretch made a good showing in the 2006 AKC, PKC and UKC Wor....
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Now Booking Salt Creek Pups ...
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Moll Kids Win at Ripley County...
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2005 PKC Labor Day Classic...
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2005 Youth National Nite Hunt ...
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GRCHNITECH PKC CH Salt Creek Bad Brittni
GRCHNITECH 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 PLT CH 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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“Now That Is A Coondog”
By: Jerry Moll
With every step the thick layer of crusted snow on the barren soybean field crunched beneath them like fresh tortilla chips making it extremely hard to hear anything else as they pushed forward. It was a cold Saturday night, in the single digits with no air moving whatsoever; yes it was still as a stick in northern Iowa. There was no need for a light; a man could have easily read a book with the bright moon and stars above reflecting on the white snow below. Individually Tony and Joe thought they were carrying on a conversation with the other, both totally oblivious to the fact they were completely muted by the situation. The hounds had been gone for a good, long while and the tracking system showed them way out of pocket to the north and definitely out of hearing.
Taking a break on a small ridge and cupping their ears Tony and Joe could hear the steady chopping of their two hounds Sally and Ranger. As with any houndsman this was music to their ears and brought smiles to their frozen faces. They were off again, crunching through the snow, still talking to one another without either knowing the other was speaking. There was still a mile or more to go and each time they stopped for a breather the treeing was louder and motivated Tony and Joe to press on. As they arrived at the tree they were surprised to see the forest floor around the tree covered with blood from the hound’s pads being cut by the crusted snow. There hearts filled with pride upon seeing a large raccoon perched up high in the mighty oak. They knew it took a lot of heart and determination from their hounds to tree a raccoon under these adverse conditions. Tony and Joe leashed the hounds and rubbed their ears, praising them for a job well done. As the two seasoned houndsmen started the long journey back to the truck they agreed, these were sure enough COONDOGS.
Bill and Mike pulled up to unlock the gate at the Melville deer club, nearly 1,000 miles to the south of our northern houndsmen Tony and Joe. After driving a quarter mile to the north they stepped out for another listen as the pungent smell of the swamp hit them in the face like a blast from a furnace. Above the vast acres of frog chorus they could hear Nell and Singer treed solid just a half mile to their east. The guys had to face the music; it was time to pull the boots up, no more driving from here.
They had originally cut the hounds to the north and after listening for an hour or so t ... more
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