Friday, May 12, 2017
Herbert Anderson, Llewellin Setter aficionado, recently passed at age 97 years. He was one of the “Greatest Generation” as a young man, an airborne company commander, he parachuted behind German lines in early hours of Normandy allied invasion. After the war, he acquired his first Llewellin and became part of group of men who for many decades bred Llewellins seeking to maintain the high standard of the “old time Llewellins”. They freely exchanged knowledge, and setters; stud services, breeding only top individuals. The group included Harold Shaw, Dr. John Holtz, Judge Miller, Dr. Ersig, Chester Doherty, Alex Boutacoff and William Brown. The short list of notable setters produced by them: Alicelle, Tony O, Dawn’s Far Horizon, and possibly considered the best, Grande Ronde Blizzard.
Herb’s knowledge of Llewellins was extraordinary, and some of us were fortunate to learn a small amount of it. But most is now lost.
In more recent years, Herb owned several outstanding pointers including Champion Spectre Sam (see photo courtesy of Brad Harter).
“There was never a man that love a great bird dog like him” Rich Robertson Jr.
Monday, December 19, 2016
When is a Bitch not a bitch?
Recently, I was told the term for a female dog is “archaic” and should not be used in our modern times...
So, what would happen if I walk onto a horse farm, and asked to see the female horses? For sure I would be pegged as a greenhorn.
“The meaning of words are not in the words; they are in us” (S.I. Hayakawa). And I think the reluctance to use bitch is more a problem of the meaning in us. If so, maybe we are confusing it with another bitch. Well, it could mean a cranky, difficult woman as “she’s a bitch”, a derogatory term. Haw! Maybe this is the confusion within us over the term.
Of course, it wasn’t long ago, if I said: “that’s bitch’n” as in “that girl is bitch’n” it was a compliment. Hum..
So, I think in our political correct world, were censorship, sometimes self-censorship is the norm, many have decided it is inappropriate to use. But I say this, because I am a horseman: a mare is a mare (or if young, a filly). And those familiar with the canine species should be using the correct term for the female sex.
Bitch about it, but that’s my opinion.
Monday, November 28, 2016
I like to think, when developing a young dog, that the program is already written. It is a genetic code written over hundreds of years of selected breeding. The code is similar to a series of switches and some are turned on very early as if controlled by an automatic timer, others later, and some must be flipped by experience. It is the handler who presents the experience, guides the development of a young gundog, flips the switches and turns on the lights, while avoiding mistakes that may damage them, forever shutting them off. The “trainer” is a craftsman, and he or she has learned his or her trade through years of study, learning from those who went before him, and her own practical experience with thousands of hours in the field. Make no mistake, the apprenticeship is a long one, and a rare, very few, make it to Journeyman.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Heritability of Hip Dysplasia
Breeders may assume most traits are completely genetic - but many are only partially determined by inheritance. Our ability to produce animals having the traits we desire depends on one critical thing - the traits must be "heritable" - that is, they must be genetic and influenced to some degree by the particular alleles of the dam and sire. Some traits are 100% genetic - if you have the gene, you have the trait (h2=1 is 100% and h2=0, no inheritability). Other traits are only modestly or even weakly genetic with environmental influences important in determining phenotype. The environmental influences include everything that is not genetic.
Understanding heritability is critical to success as a breeder - trying to improve traits that have very low heritability will be difficult, generating lots of puppies that won't meet high standards.
An example: in most studies, the heritability of hip dysplasia is about 0.2; so environmental influences are .80 or 80%. We can improve hips by trying to select for the underlying genes using phenotype (hip score), but success is very slow and many times, doubtful, so an emphasis on the environmental influences is extremely important. We know many of them: growth rate and food consumption, effecting weight as puppies, types of exercise, and so on. We would still want to select for better genes, but we shouldn't be fooled that certified normal hips is a ticket to hip healthy puppies.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
When you look at this photo, what is the first thing you notice? Most would say his color, which is an obvious eye catcher. But what I notice is his “substance” or the amount of bone. That is a good thing and I’ll try to explain why this is so. Some of you may be familiar with horses and horses have many venues of competition and use. One is the reining cow horse were the competition is intense for a few minutes, were speed and quickness is key to a good performance. Those horses tend to be lighter framed and consequently lighter boned. That’s good for their type of performance, but they will not hold up in a heavy work environment, and will quickly breakdown (orthopedic injuries). Now, take a look at the horses (we are talking about Quarter Horses) raised by the great ranches, like the Matador or the King Ranch. Those horses have bone, substance, because they are bred for work; hard riding for a half-day or more, and they must hold up over many working years. We can extrapolate this to working dogs, such as the herding, tracking and of coarse, upland hunting dogs.
Monday, May 19, 2014
A Chapter in the Life of William Humphrey
William Humphrey was described as the “doyen of field sports in the British Isles,” and was known for his breeding and handling of Llewellin Setters. He was also famous for his expertise in falconry, skills demonstrated before kings and heads of state both in Europe and America.
In 1922, a wealthy New York banker, Erastus Tefft, brought him and two of his sons, including Edward Chidley Humphrey called Ned, to manage Tefft’s Star Ridge Hunt in Brewster, New York, where fox hunting was taken very seriously, so seriously that William purchased and brought a pack of Welsh Foxhounds with him. They did very well in the different terrain, in part, because of the teenage Ned, who took on the role of “whipper-in”, watching over their movements whip in hand, during the chase. This was the time of economic boom, the roaring twenties, and there seemed an endless supply of money. Then came Black Tuesday, the crash of twenty-nine, and Tefft’s fortune was lost. William Humphrey returned to England, but his two sons decided to start lives afresh in the United States.
Ned moved westward to Salt Lake City, Utah, a place very different from his Shropshire home. In 1937 he married a local Mormon girl named Amy Clark. They had two children, Georgina and William, but in 1940 Amy was killed in an auto accident; she was just twenty-three years old. Ned put grief behind him and resumed making a living as a builder, it was 1941, and soon things changed. Ned Humphrey was drafted into the Army! It seems inconceivable because he was thirty-two years old, a widower with two children, and still a British citizen.
The Army eventually assigned him to the Corp of Engineers and he eventually found himself in England waiting with massive numbers of soldiers to invade France. Breaks in training came with 48 hour passes and Ned would rent a car and travel to his fathers home bringing goodies, such as chocolate, not available to British citizens.
Then two weeks after the invasion, Private Humphrey joined the 121st Engineer Combat Battalion of the 29th Infantry Division, a unit that had to be rebuilt from scratch after grievous losses on Omaha Beach.
After a full month of continuous combat, in an offensive toward St Lo, Ned won his first Silver Star; facing heavy enemy fire he placed charges that blew gaps for three bogged tanks to move forward from the German built tank traps.
Then, the 29th Division drove into Brittany, to seize the port of Brest. Here, Ned, now a sergeant and squad leader would win a second Silver Star. This was an extraordinary accomplishment, because it came from a commander known for his stingy attitude toward awarding decorations and because Humphrey was an engineer not an infantryman. His actions brought the entire German garrison to surrender at the German held Fort Montbarey.
Back on the front lines Ned and his squad was assigned land mine clearing, a task far more dangerous than they could have imagined. The squad unsuspectingly moved straight into enemy lines where a German patrol caught Humphrey’s party by surprise. They didn’t stand a chance. All were listed as “Missing in Action” and for the next four months his comrades were convinced that they had been captured and held in a German war camp.
Back in Shropshire, Ned’s father, William Humphrey would learn of his son’s “missing” status and on January 26, 1945, he wrote a letter to Ned’s platoon leader asking for details of the action in which his son had disappeared. In his reply Lt Doehler felt that Ned was captured and still alive. But by the time William Humphrey received Doehler’ s letter an official letter from the War Department had arrived informing him his son was dead. The Germans had buried Humphrey in a field near the Dutch-German border and he was reburied several months later at a US Military Cemetery.
Now, William Humphrey, himself a veteran of the Boer War and WWI would have to make a choice on Ned’s body: a permanent burial at a US Military cemetery in Europe or to have his remains sent home for reburial. Unfortunately those choices were sent in a letter to Ned’s seven-year-old son in Salt Lake City. It would be almost five years before William Humphrey would receive a Special Delivery letter informing him the remains of his son was resting in above ground storage pending his disposition instructions.
On June 10, 1949, William Humphrey replied: “It is the wish of my late son’s two orphaned children, Georgina C. Humphrey and William C. Humphrey, who are living with their aunt, Mrs. Thelma White in Salt Lake City, Utah, that their father be buried beside their mother in the cemetery in Salt Lake City.”
Ned was laid to rest in the Murray City Cemetery (south of Salt Lake) in a service conducted by a bishop of the Mormon Church. In a poignant photograph, Humphrey’s two children stand solemnly at the gravesite with young William clutching the folded American flag that had covered his father’s casket. So the story of a remarkable solider, with a remarkable father comes to a close. William Humphrey would continue to breed Dashing Bondhus and Wind’em Llewellin Setters until his death in 1963.