the spring of 1992, I met Ken
Chambers at a dog trial I was attending
in Kentucky. I had owned Jack Russell
terriers for a few years and had heard
people talk about hunting their dogs, but since I didn't come from a hunting family, I knew absolutely nothing about
it! Ken introduced himself to me at the
motel we were staying at and invited me
to come hunting with him. I showed
him the dogs I had at that time, which was an 11" bitch, who Ken really liked cuz she was so small, named Candy and
|a 14" male named Charlie Brown.
always enjoyed telling the story about
telling me that if I wanted to hunt that
"horse" I'd have to take a lot of weight
off of him. I went home and put ole
Charlie on a strict diet. When he was
where "I thought" he should be, I called
Ken and made a hunt appointment. I
can still remember Ken laughing to this
day saying, "Cheryl, I said for Charlie to
loose a few pounds, I didn't say I wanted
to read the newspaper through his ribs!"
Auh, the memories . . . .
|On May 1, 1992, my son Todd,
experienced the disappearance of our little house dog, Candy in a deep dark hole. (By the look on Todd's face and where he's pointing, picture on the left, you can tell he wasn't too sure about this!) Within an hour, we were holding our baby (on right), her prize, and Todd and I were smiling with PURE PRIDE! I was hooked!!
From this point on, I became Ken's
company as many weekends as my
family would let me go!
A tribute to "Charlie Brown"