Bold, F.T.Ch. Bold as Brass. Pointer Dog.

Bold was a rare piece of work. He did everything to excess even, or maybe that should be particularly, the bad things. He ruled the kennel with a rod of iron in the days when all the dogs lived in one run. Then again he would play for hours with puppies, walking around with them hanging on his ears maybe three at a time. He carried a jar of mint sauce and even was eliminated from a trial for putting a ewe on her back. If I stood on a dog’s foot or such like and the dog squealed then Bold would be over in a flash to offer his assistance in punishing the wrong doer.
When it came to work more often than not Bold was a machine. His quartering was totally natural and he usually handled very easily. He had amazing game sense and worked running cocks like he had been doing it all his life, but it was his nose that was his piece de resistance. On one of our pilgrimages to the lake beyond Trantlemore over by the Badanlough march I paced out 157 yards to a single cock he had pointed.
Bold was my first home bred champion but he was dead before his fourth birthday poisoned mysteriously ( wasn’t that mysterious really but there are defamation courts in this country) on New Year’s Eve. He won the Scottish F.T.A.’s Open in the Spring one year but the day I remember him for was the day before when he saw off no less than three F.T.Ch.’s in the first round with a display of quartering that was flat, wide and extremely fast yet controlled. Typical of Bold he was eliminated for being “Distracted ” by a herd of deer in the second round that day.
I have to blame Jim Sheridan for the fact that before he went to his immortal reward Bold was mated to Patsy Duncan’s Irish Champion Stake Winner Int.F.T.Ch. Flo – Jo. This produced my Jump dog, Ir.F.T.Ch. Sugarloaf Bold something I am very thankful for.
It has taken a while but the bitch I sent to Shaun, Snowflake Obsidian, Flake, looks a lot like Bold. Here’s hoping.

Click here for Bold’s Pedigree.