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Was wondering if any of you guy's out there have info on the Cumberland mt walkers where did they come from who raised them and did they work together with the Nance bloodlines at all tried to do some research but couldn't find much on them any info would be great Thanks

Years ago Nances Little Topper was breed to a female called Cumberlant Mtn Judy that started a sting of Cumberland mtn dogs that lead to Weldons dogs. her name was Belle I believe she also had some White Cloud blood in her. catdog360 had a female from Weldon out of this strain that turned into a nice biggame and bobcat dog that he raised and she was a big part of his breeding program as he has heavy Finley river dogs he is hunting this cross yet today with great out come and I have one of his males that he produced that Dewey Walton had for a few years and I purchased from him. Butch is a well rounded bobcat hound. later, Andy

Thanks Anthony

richard, john...the best of luck to you both and your breeding program. same with you anthony. have fun hunting with weldon for the remainder of his years. you are lucky to have a mentor who has been around the block....jerry and leo. best of luck to you as well. jerry.... i hope you find a dog that can get it done for you so you can hunt the rest of your days as well....hope your health improves....

I see where the sorry pup is back at it again after having trashed his previous postings off this site in the faint, fond, forlorn hope we’ll all forget what, and who, started this spinsters’ pissin’ contest.
Don’t know and won’t direct anybody else’s thinking on the subject but I’ve met a guy just can’t wait to tell you how honest, forthright and dedicated he is, I believe every word of it; in reverse. Presumably, that’d be a man of the sort who also tells you he stands by his word. Never been to St. Joe but I’m a Missourian, at heart.
Now, among examples of commiseration in printed form that ruffles my feathers, we find that a dog that just happens to be the top-line progenitor of what White Cloud dogs remain, described as a ‘cull.’ Well, I’d say if he’d fallen into the hands of any high-standard bozo, we wouldn’t be having this exercise. Or, would we? Would he not just find some other way to impress his high standard and infallible knowledge on others?
The reality is this. The White Cloud strain is a niche of a minor breed currently predominated by night hunt registrations to the point that you might as well say we’re talking of two different breeds. Furthermore, your search for a pure example of the strain likely will meet with frustration. You also will find the supply and availability of breeding opportunities to be limited, to say the least.
What should be said here is that my neighbor, John Lastockin, perseveres magnificently, especially considering what’s available for him to work with. It should be pointed out here that he has given by far the majority of his pups into the hands of hunters who are asked to return nothing other than honest appraisal of those pups with equal consideration given to reports of failure and deficiency as he does to success.
If Mr. Lastockin has demonstrated any deficiency of his own it will forever be in having trusted in the wrong agent to achieve that distribution of pups.
For this reason, he has determined to place the next generation of pups primarily into the hands of 1. trustworthy, and 2. local hunters, to test out and identify the parents of the generation after that.
What he really doesn’t need is another spanner in the works.
Upon reading this forum in pre and post garbage disposal form it occurred to me that I was still on speaking terms with this guy, Richard, of no last name if only because the yapfest was on a roll without reference to brakes, facts, care or bother as to such picayune detail.
I asked Richard for his comment on the hard copy I directed to his hands.
“Seems I recognize meself in here,” says himself. “Seems I’m bein’ accused of duplicitous behavior.
“I thought all that had been straightened out long before I ever set out on the road to pick up that pup. I know for sure it was understood that pup was to become my own at the time and I have my wife for a witness. Call me what you like. Careful when you do less than homage to the wife.
“And I’ll say this too! There was no objection registered in the transaction and no complaint at all when I forked several portraits of Ben Franklin and one of Ulysses Grant across the table and, there was no objection a year later when I picked up a male pup and five more pics of Ben changed hands.”
So I asked Richard how that worked out. Pretty pricey, to my mind.
“Got every dang cent’s worth back five-fold and more. The bitch is still in my yard and staying there. The male’s on a light-speed trip to Ursus Major after one swat. Songbird Lightnin’ Hopkins will be my reference album for as long as there’s dogs.”
Now, I know just enough about this Richard guy to know there’s a time coming that’s the time not the push but, I asked anyway. About the dog John Lastockin gave him (Joe x Star). How’s that working out? , I asked.
“Well,” says Richard, “let’s just say Jackson right now can sleep anywhere he wants to; ‘cept, maybe, for my side of the bed.”
“And how would you compare the two dogs?”
“I wouldn’t. If you follow race harse (the Irish comes out) breeding and type you’d have called Lightnin’ a brilliant performer. Jackson’s more like a professional.
Dare I to ask: “Which of them would you prefer to have?”
“Both of them,” he said. “Of course.”
“And where would you sleep.”
“On the couch.”
Of course.
‘. . . and by the way, the name’s Finnigan.
Richard Finnigan

P.S. – Joe says, he knows a man who better not try to present himself as a hardass hunter, ever again. He’s seen that performance. It won’t wash.

Agree to disagree and go hunting