Strike and Stay – American Cooner
Howdy, folks and Happy New Year! I hope you and yours had a wonderful Christmas and a great 2012 – and that your 2013 is off to a good start. It’s hard to believe that another year is behind us, isn’t it? Seems like the older I get the faster time flies. But it’s a known fact that time waits for no one, and we must make the best of the time that we are blessed with. I certainly try my best to do just that and I intend to try even harder to do so in 2013.
But that’s enough of the New Year’s resolutions. Come on into camp, find you a place close to the fire, and let’s talk Plotts!
Before proceeding further, we unfortunately have some very serious news to discuss. Please remember Roy Howell and his family in your prayers as Roy is critically ill with cancer. According to Roy’s son, Jess, the prognosis is not good –six months at best – so please keep them in your thoughts and prayers. As you probably know, Mr. Roy is the founder of the famous Bayou Plott line and his son Jess continues to perpetuate his esteemed father’s legacy today.
To make matters worse, Jess Howell, who is also the president and founder of the Western Plott Association, has endured some health problems of his own of late. But we are happy to report that he is expected to make a full recovery from his recent cancer surgery. Please pray for his speedy recovery and ask that God gives him strength to be there for his father and their family during these difficult times.
Outgoing APA President Roy Stiles reports that his dear wife Ann is battling cancer as well. Mrs. Stiles was first diagnosed with breast cancer in July and continues to valiantly combat the dreaded disease. Please pray for a complete recovery for Mrs. Stiles and please keep the entire Stiles family in your thoughts and prayers.
I’d also like to extend get well wishes to Texas Plott man extraordinaire Jeremiah Johnson, who was seriously ill during the later part of 2012, but now is making a complete recovery. I hope you are back to 100% soon, my friend!
My condolences go out to my friend John Jackson who lost two of his best and favorite Crockett Plott dogs in 2012 – Angel, a female, and Hootie, a buckskin male. Both of them were outstanding dogs. I profiled John and talked about Hootie specifically in my first book Strike and Stay –The Story of the Plott Hound. Hootie is pictured in the book twice and Angel once.
Both canines lived very long lives – especially for such fine dogs that were hunted so often. And I know that John takes solace in that. However, it’s never easy to lose a great hounds –much less two –so my thoughts go out to John on his losses.
Let’s move on to other less serious subjects. At the time of this writing – the week of Christmas 2012 – bear season is winding down in my neck of the woods. As I reported last month, the season began at a record setting pace in many parts of the region. However, things seemed to have slowed down quite a bit since then –especially for my friends up in West Virginia.
Eugene Walker reports that the super storm Sandy dumped more than 44 inches of snow on his favorite hunting grounds. And as a result most of the bears there have holed up for the winter. Nevertheless, Gene isn’t a man who gives up easily. Despite those horrid conditions, he and his famed Pocahontas Plott dogs still managed to strike four bear trails and treed all four. Pictures of some of his dogs, and hunting buddies, along with a bear they harvested are included in this article.
The weather hasn’t been nearly as bad here in North Carolina, and as a result our second half of season has been a little better here than that of our friends in the Mountaineer State. But even so, by all accounts, things have slowed down significantly from the record setting pace set during the first half of the campaign.
However, with all that being said, several of my buddies have enjoyed banner hunting seasons –and none more so than Rick Jenkins of Asheville, N.C. In my December column I included a photo and story about Rick’s personal record setting bear harvested in the mountains of N.C. earlier in the season. But Rick recently joined a party of hunters down on the N.C. coast that eclipsed his previous record by a long shot.
Rick was hunting in Camden County, N.C. with a host of veteran hunters that included among others – Bobby Barry, brothers Rick and Gary Pritchett and their father Dale, William Landrum, and legendary New York state Plott man Desi Alvarez. The bear population didn’t stand a chance against these seasoned nimrods!
According to Rick their dogs quickly struck a hot trail and the race was on. After a spirited chase the dogs finally managed to bay the monster bruin on the ground. Retired Camden County sheriff, Bobby “Shooter” Barry lived up to his nickname and quickly dispatched the huge beast with a shot from his 45/70 rifle – and what a bear it was!
This hunting party was no stranger to big bears as 500 pounders are routine on the coast. And all of them had killed bears weighing 500 pounds or more in the past. But even these experienced sportsmen were shocked at the size of the animal. It weighed almost 700 pounds –685 to be exact – and measured seven feet around at the gut. Its head was more than two feet in circumference. The bruin was what N.C. hunters often refer to a “Volkswagen” for sure.
Camden County wildlife officials confirmed this information and added that it was the biggest bear ever killed in a county known for huge ones. Congratulations to all in the party, and particularly to Mr. Barry who harvested the record setting bruin. Check out the photos that Rick sent me – they are incredible.
Meanwhile my good friend Roger “The Defender” Bryson , along with his son Clay, both of Jackson County, N.C., along with our pal, incoming APA president David Williams of Vonore, Tennessee, continue on a record setting pace as they hunt the hills of southwestern North Carolina. Roger reports that this has been one of their best seasons ever and photos of their latest harvest are included in this article.
While only a few folks are skilled enough to match or exceed these record setting totals, I nonetheless hope that you and yours had a great bear season and that your dogs performed well without serious injury. And I hope that you are having great success in chasing and treeing the wily Mr. Ringtail as well.
After all, while records are nice, that’s not the primary reason that most of us hit the woods. At the end of the day –or the season – it’s more about enjoying the great outdoors with family and friends as well as the intense satisfaction of watching the skill sets and personalities of our dogs’ progress and improve. To me, nothing beats seeing a young dog that you have bred and raised grow into something really special. And I suspect that most of you feel the same way.
With bear populations at a record high and problem bears being a bigger concern to the general public than ever before, the importance of hunting with hounds is no longer just sport, nor is it just an integral part of our heritage, or simply a way to put food on the table –though all of those things are very important components of what we do.
But our sport now has become much more than that. It has become a necessity if the public wishes to remain safe from rogue bears and reduce the odds of bear-vehicle collisions, as well as providing an environmental service in maintaining a healthy, disease free, bear population. And don’t forget that animal borne illnesses run rampant in excessive animal populations and usually negatively impact the human population too. We have seen repeated examples of this in recent years.
Yet despite these facts, we continue to lose our hunting rights in many states thus jeopardizing not only our own hunting heritage, but that of future generations as well. Personally I feel that our best chance to combat this is by educating the general public –particularly the non-hunting general public. I try to do this in my books, magazine articles, and by doing programs in schools and various types of clubs and civic groups.
We have been fortunate to do this for several years now, and I feel like we are making a positive impact – though we still have a long way to go. Recently I was named to the Road Scholar Program that is sponsored by the North Carolina Council of the Humanities. Basically they will sponsor me to provide a program on Plott hounds and our history to any public group in North Carolina free of charge. You can get further details at their website nchumanities.org.
I tell you this not to brag, but to encourage those of you living in the state to contact the council and book a program for your local hunting club or civic group. The Wilderness Society –a group that contrary to popular belief – is a very pro-hunting organization has already booked six programs with us for 2013. And at least three of these programs will be hosted by local hunting cubs along with the Wilderness Society.
If you live in North Carolina – or near us – it is my hope that you will support these programs and schedule others in your respective areas to better educate the general public about our sport. Once they understand who we really are and what we truly stand for, it is my belief that we can win their support –or at least the rational ones anyway. And that’s a big first step.
For those of you living outside of the Old North State, I would encourage you to start your own educational programs. We have already done programs in six different states and we will be glad to assist you in any way possible. Again, I tell you this not to boast, only to inform you of ways that we can work together to educate the general public.
Moreover, we must find ways to insure that we can perpetuate our hunting legacy for future generations. This is of the utmost importance and it is something that can only be accomplished by working together. Think about it, before it is too late. And if you think it can’t happen to us, just ask our friends in California, Oregon and Washington – they can set you straight on that.
And while on the subject of promoting our sport and perpetuating our favorite breed, I’d like to commend and recognize Tennessean Jason “Big Un” Bickford for donating one of his prized Plott pups to a young teenage hunter who had just lost his only hunting dog and had no resources to obtain another.
There are many adults that would have paid good money for one of Jason’s fine hounds, and as I understand it he often has a waiting list for pups from his kennel. So this was a very generous gesture on Jason’s part in not only helping out someone in need, but also in encouraging a youngster to participate in our sport. Thanks Jason for being a positive example that we can all aspire to.
Let’s get back on track and talk a little about hog hunting. Hog season is also in full swing in Western N.C. and in most places in our state the hogs have become such a nuisance that they can now be hunted year around. But as serious as they are here in North Carolina, it pales in comparison to the hog problem in Texas.
I knew it was bad there as several friends –most notably Dr. Joe Burkett, of Fredericksburg Texas, originator of the White Deer Plott line – had discussed the problem with me in the past. However, I read an interesting recent article that I thought you might enjoy hearing about.
The state of Texas now pays a two dollar a tail bounty on hogs, and despite the fact that hundreds are killed weekly, they estimate that the feral hog population in the state is rapidly approaching three million. Worse yet, the hogs breed like rabbits and wildlife biologists project that their population is now growing at a rate of 20% annually.
State wildlife officers and private contractors are employed full-time to trap the pigs and even shoot them from helicopters. Yet, despite the bounties and the aerial assault, the hog problem is only getting worse. Crop and property damages are now in the millions of dollars and hog/car collisions are at an all-time high. And the problem isn’t just concentrated in Texas either –it now ranges from California to Texas and across the Gulf Coast to Florida and up the east coast as far north as West Virginia.
Rest assured that if you aren’t dealing with this problem yet, then it is probably only a matter of time before you do. It is similar in many ways to the coyote population explosion here in the south.
A decade ago there were few, if any, coyotes in North Carolina. Today they can be found in all 100 counties in the state including big metropolitan areas such as Charlotte and Raleigh. And like the hog problem, the situation worsens daily as coyote attacks on livestock and domestic pets are now common. It’s only a matter of time before their next victim is a human. These are the type of facts that folks need to know. And perhaps then they won’t be so quick to consider outlawing hunting with hounds and will be more supportive of our sport in general.
Enough of my preaching, let’s move on to the mail bag and upcoming events. The mail bag gets bigger every month and I am thankful for that. And I am continually surprised at the locations we get letters and emails from. Just this month we heard from folks in New York, Virginia, West Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Texas, Arizona, California, Washington State, Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Maine, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Utah, Idaho and all over the state of North Carolina, as well as international mail from Finland, Norway, Sweden and Canada.
Words are not adequate to appreciate my thanks for your kind words and support. Rest assured that I read and respond to all of them. And please keep them coming as I want this to be your column.
Too many folks wrote to include references to each of them individually, but I need to make special mention of a few of them. It’s always a pleasure to hear from Curtis Faulkner of Nova Scotia Canada. His beautiful Christmas card was much appreciated and I look forward to hearing more from him in 2013. Curtis is as dedicated a Plott man as there ever was, and like my pal Duane Smith, Curtis is yet another of those rugged northern hunters that I so admire.
My friend and mentor C.E. “Bud” Lyon sent me some great pictures of his famous old stud dog Balsam Major. Major is up in years now, and can no longer stand at stud, but he remains a healthy and vibrant hound, still capable of treeing bear –just like his master!
It was great to hear from my old pals, Rusty Gill, Steven Rich, Linda Mack, Tracey Jones, George Ellison, Russell Messer, Gene Walker, Roger Bryson, Rick Jenkins, David Brewin, Steve McAdams, Danny Phipps, Trae Murden and Leroy Elmore as well.
It is always a treat to hear from Tennessean Danny Scoggins. I really enjoy Danny’s articles in Full Cry and particularly his sense of humor. His kind words and support are especially appreciated, as is his long time dedication to the Plott breed. They don’t come any better than Danny, that’s for sure. And the same goes for my cousin Shane Plott whose friendship and support is also treasured highly.
Again, thanks to all of the above mentioned folks – and those not mentioned as well – for your kind words and support. You’ll never know how much that means to me. Now, let’s check the event calendar.
We have a few big Plott dog events just around the corner. The first of them is APA Breed Days at Hickory Grove, S.C. on March 14, 15 and 16. As always, I am excited about attending this awesome event in that it seems like a family homecoming or reunion to me. And I am especially excited about this year’s Methven Award winner that will be announced there. Obviously, I can’t share the winners name right now, but suffice it to say that it is very well deserved and has been a long time in coming.
The NPHA Big Game Nationals will also be in Hickory Grove, S.C. – just down the road from the APA site. It is a beautiful location and will be held on April 19-20. I look forward to that event too, and I hope that the turn out will be bigger this year..
There is still no official word regarding an APA sanctioned hog baying event in Georgia in 2013 –though David Williams and Roger Bryson are working hard on getting it done. And I commend them on their efforts. I will keep you posted as new details develop.
Finally, Plottfest will be held in Maggie Valley, N.C, on June 22-23. It will be a great family event with music, food, a sanctioned bench show, a kid’s show, a mechanical bear treeing contest and a tribute to Plott breed pioneers. More details on all this later.
Let’s move on to and finish the column this month with some Plott history. Several folks wrote or called wanting to learn a little more about Herbert “Hub” Plott, who I mentioned in last month’s column.
For those of you that would like a more in-depth profile on Hub, I would encourage you to read my third book – Legendary Hunters of the Southern Highlands – in which he and the entire Maggie Valley Plott clan are profiled, as well as “Little” George Plott – who we will talk about shortly. And several other folks that were not Plott family members are also profiled. But for now, I hope this brief review and photos will suffice.
Herbert “Hub” Plott was born in 1893 – the youngest son of Robert Henry and Martha Plott – in Haywood County, N.C. The area is now known as Maggie Valley, but until 1926 was referred to as Jonathan Creek, Ivy Hill, or simply Plott. The Plott family owned most of the valley from Soco Gap to Dellwood and ran a post office out of their home named after them.
Hub was a great-great grandson of Johannes George Plott who brought the first Plott dogs to America in the mid-1700’s, and the great grandson of Henry Plott who first brought the hounds to the mountains to N.C. in about 1800. Henry’s son David, was one of the earliest settlers along Jonathan Creek around 1825. David Plott was Hub’s grandpa, and along with David’s brothers, Enos and Amos, were some of the most renowned pioneer bear hunters in the region.
All three of the Plott brothers – David, Amos and Enos – kept large packs of Plott dogs – at least ten dogs each. They hunted so frequently that they had to rotate them to keep them fresh and healthy. Contrary to popular belief this was fairly uncommon back then as most folks simply could not afford to feed more than a dog or two. Only elite hunters kept more than a few hounds –and the Plott brothers were among the best of their time.
David and his wife Sara, had three sons who carried on the Plott family hunting tradition. One of these sons – a giant of a man named Robert Henry Plott, was Hub Plott’s father. Robert was the last Confederate prisoner released from captivity by the Union during the Civil War. His two brothers died at Camp Douglas, the infamous Union prison where Robert was held and tortured for two years. His extraordinary story is told in detail in my third book.
Robert returned home after the war and later became one of the wealthiest men and largest landowners in Haywood County. He also passed on his love of hunting and Plott dogs to his six sons –none more so than his youngest boy, Herbert “Hub” Plott.
With a lineage like this it is easy to understand how Hub quickly became one of the best bear hunters and dog men in the Plott clan – though not nearly as well known as the legendary Plott icons commonly referred to as the “Big Five.” Most Plott dog historians agree that the “Big Five” – consisting of Von Plott, John Plott, Taylor Crockett, Isaiah Kidd and Gola Ferguson – had the largest impact on what we now refer to as the modern day officially registered Plott hound.
However, a good argument can be made that Hub Plott could be added to this group, and that the “Big Five” should be referred to as the “Super Six.” But Hub Plott cared little for fame or notoriety. He preferred instead to stay close to home, and during the course of his long life never traveled more than 200 miles from the mountains he loved so well.
Hub’s priorities were simple and admirable: God, his family and his dogs, along with bear hunting and farming came before anything else. He married his soul mate Nannie Campbell in 1916. Together they raised three children and built a wonderful life together farming and running the local post office out of their home –the same house built by Robert Plott after his return from the Civil War.
Hub was a talented blacksmith. And in 1929 he hand forged.the parts and cut the sheet metal to make a water wheel to provide electricity for their home. The water powered electrical plant produced electricity for the Plott family for nearly seventy years and likely was the first home with electricity in the area.
Between his family obligations, blacksmithing and farming, Hub stayed busy, but he always made time for his dogs and bear hunting. He and his best friend Gola Ferguson hunted all over the region, but mostly in the rugged area along the Big Bend of the Pigeon River known as Twelve Mile on the Tennessee/North Carolina border. In 1952 he was quoted in a Saturday Evening Post feature article on bear hunting.
Over the years Gola Ferguson and Hub developed their own notable strain of Plott hound. Hub took the bloodlines passed on to him from his own family and combined them with Ferguson’s dogs, who carried elements of the Plott, Blevins, Cable and Abel lineage. The end result was a bang-up super aggressive bear dog that was second to none.
Maggie Valley native Charlie Clement – a fine hunter in his own right – remembered Hub and his dogs well. Charlie was 90 years old in 2008 when he told me that most of Hub’s dogs were safe to be around, but some of them were dangerous both to man and beast: “They were great dogs, one man dogs, loyal only to their owner, but boy, were they mean! Most of the time you could not even let them hunt with, or get near, other dogs or else they would tear them up and try to eat them!”
I personally can vouch for the excellence of these dogs as I visited Hub and Nannie often as boy. And my Uncle Cecil Plott hunted with Hub and often obtained dogs from him. However, I must say, the dogs I saw as a child were not overly aggressive. I was able to pet them and play with them from the first time I saw them as a boy. However, in fairness to Charlie, these were not the exact same dogs that he was referring to either. These dogs were from the same bloodlines, but a few generations later. But make no mistake about it –they were indeed hell on a bear trail.
Another thing that I remember about Hub was his great sense of humor. He had many stories about his adventures with Gola Ferguson. And of course, Gola, even more so than Hub, was widely known for his superb story telling abilities. Gola thought so much of Hub that when Ferguson died in 1962 he left almost his entire pack of prized Plott hounds to Hub Plott.
Though a staunch and dedicated Christian, Hub, like a lot of Plott men liked to curse. He was what we referred to in our family as “a creative cusser” in that he could curse for an hour and never use the same word twice!
That is an exaggeration of course, but he was a colorful character for sure, and one of the finest men I ever knew. And his wife Nannie was a saint –such a wonderful woman! I am honored to be kin to them and to have known them. Hub Plott died at the age of eighty in 1973. His beloved wife Nannie lived on at the home place until her death in 1992.
Hub’s better known cousins – Von Plott and his oldest brother John – lived on Plott Creek, right over the mountain from Hub’s Maggie Valley side of the Plott clan. Despite being close kin, and despite living in close proximity, for reasons known only to them, the Plott brothers had little to do with Hub, and they seldom, if ever, shared dogs or hunted together.
And it should be duly noted that Hub was evidently more than satisfied with this arrangement, so there was apparently little, if any, desire on his part to interact with the more famous Plott brothers either. (But it should be duly noted that Hub’s brothers Cody and Homer, along with Hub’s son, Herbert Jr., did participate in a well-documented hunt with Von, John and Little George Plott on Hazel Creek in late 1941.)
It is likely for these unknown reasons, as well as his preference for staying close to home and out of the limelight that resulted in Hub never getting the recognition that he so richly deserved. In my opinion that’s a shame because Hub Plott spent more than six decades chasing bears behind his Plott dogs and perpetuating his family legacy the right way. And his was a legacy as impressive as any of the other breed icons included in the Big Five – he just wasn’t as well known.
Of course, I suppose the same argument could be made for several other breed legends as well. That’s an argument that I don’t want to get into, nor do we have time to do so here.
And I can not emphasize strongly enough that the recognition bestowed upon the Big Five is very well deserved –no one admires these breed legends more than I do. I devoted an entire chapter to the Big Five in my first book and did an extensive profile on Von Plott in my latest book. So, this definitely should not be misconstrued in any way as being disrespectful to them – especially since two of them are related to me.
But perhaps it is time that we consider adding another name or two to that esteemed list. And if so, in my humble opinion, one of them should be Herbert “Hub” Plott.
Now, let’s wrap things up with an additional nugget of Plott history. It usually takes me several days or more to write a long column like this one. And keep it mind that even though you are reading this article well into 2013, I actually started writing this on Christmas Eve. So please bear with me as I share a brief Christmas story and another piece of Plott history that I hope you will enjoy.
Like many of you, we enjoy traditional family gatherings during the Christmas season, and this year we added a bonfire to our annual Christmas Eve festivities. There is nothing I enjoy better than making and setting around a campfire in the great outdoors. So much so, that I have built a primitive fire pit under a tree between our three dog kennels. If I can’t be at a hunting camp deep in the woods, then this is the next best thing.
Despite the rainy, chilly weather, I was able to get a roaring fire going and was soon joined by beloved family members around the flames. We went around the circle and spoke of what we were thankful for and for our appreciation and love for each other. The dogs seemed to respect what we were doing and did not even bark or express their displeasure in not being able to join us by the fire. It was a special night.
Soon the rest of the clan retired to the warmth of the house, but I stayed by the fire alone to enjoy it a bit and quietly contemplate things. I have heard a camp fire often described as “cave man television.” I can understand why as it has always been easy for me to lose track of time as I study the ever changing colors and shapes of a fire while also enjoying the darkness and sounds of the wild that surround me.
Tonight was no different as soon there were no sounds but the crackle of the fire, the mournful hoots of a screech owl, our dogs bumping around in their houses, and a pack of coyotes howling in the distance. But yet tonight was indeed very different in that it was Christmas Eve. And as I focused on the flames I began to think about not only the living loved ones that had just went indoors, but also other loved ones who could not physically be with us that night, and especially those that had passed on.
The list of deceased friends and family members is a long one –and one that rapidly lengthens with age. Of course, in my family you can’t help but start with beloved family members such as my late father, a World War II veteran of D-Day who died when I was a teenager, as did my Uncle Cecil who took me on my first hunt, or a host of other illustrious relatives such as breed icons like Hub Plott and Von Plott –both of whom I was fortunate to spend time with as a child. I fondly remembered all of them as I warmed my hands over the fire.
But like every other Christmas Eve, my thoughts eventually circle back to a relative I never met, but one that I admire and think about almost daily – Captain George Ellis Plott, better known simply as Little George. Thoughts of him are never more prominent than on Christmas Eve as 2012 was the 68th anniversary of his death. He would have been 100 years old this year were he still alive. As I stoked the fire, I wondered how different our family, and indeed our breed, would be had he lived to old age.
It is entirely possible that the aforementioned Big Five would have had to expand their roster to include him. But we will never know as he died all too young on that cold, December night in 1944. Little George was the only son of John A. Plott, and a nephew to Von Plott. He was killed in action on Christmas Eve, 1944, while crossing the English Channel on board the SS Leopoldville. Little George Plott was only 32 years old.
Many of you know the story of his heroism and it is profiled in detail in my third book. But here is a brief recap for those of you unfamiliar with it. George’s ship was torpedoed by a German submarine, and though he could not swim, George bravely directed the surviving members of his outfit to a rescue boat, as he stayed behind to go below deck and rescue others. He made at least two trips below the hull – rescuing comrades each time – before making a last valiant final attempt as the boat sank.
802 American troops – including soldiers from 47 of then existing 48 states died on that tragic night, including three sets of brothers and two sets of twins. Captain George Ellis Plott was among the dead. His body was never found.
Though only 32, Little George not only died a hero, but was highly thought of and renowned as a great hunter and Plott dog man long before he began his illustrious military career. There are numerous newspaper and magazine accounts describing him as a talented young man of high character with many valuable skills.
He certainly left a big impression on baseball hall of fame member Branch Rickey who hunted with Little George and his uncle Von Plott on Hazel Creek in 1935. Rickey rightly predicted in a 1935 letter to Von that George was destined for great things and “would make his mark in the world in whatever he undertakes.”
In a colorful family known for their family feuds, Little George always remained a bastion of integrity, seemingly able to bridge the gap between feuding clan members and always providing a positive example for the rest of the Plott family to aspire to.
He was fiercely dedicated to the perpetuation of the Plott breed and was a master of animal husbandry skills. Many Plott historians – and I am one of them – strongly believe that as impressive as the Plott breed is today, it would have been even more spectacular had Little George survived the war and lived a normal life span. But unfortunately we will never know for sure.
However, one thing is for certain: Captain George Plott died an American hero on Christmas Eve, 1944. And for that reason alone, we are forever in his debt.
Regardless of what he might or might not have done had he lived, and regardless of the exemplary life he lived prior to joining the military, no one can ever dispute the fact, that like all of our American veterans –living or dead – Little George Plott was a hero of the highest order. And I always try and remember him—and all of them, including my late father –every day, but especially on Christmas Eve, the anniversary of his tragic death.
I looked to the heavens in salute to them and gathered a few more sticks of wood for the fire. The thought of all those brave Americans dying in the frigid depths of the English Channel sent a chill down my spine. I moved closer to the roaring flames, and thought to myself how it is strangely ironic, yet appropriate, that shortly before Christmas this year some new information surfaced on my hero, Little George Plott.
I think this research further validates what a fine young man he was and what a tragedy it is that he died all too young. And it includes actual quotes from the young officer. But before we get to that article, bear with me, as we need to provide you with a bit of background information to better appreciate the story.
By the early 1900s the Plott hound was starting to gain nationwide notoriety due in large part to writers such as Raymond Camp and Horace Kephart who extolled the virtues of these great dogs in their national newspaper and magazine art
By : Bob Plott