I love a Blackmouth Cur
by LH Ladner, for the Association 2006 Yearbook
afternoon in 1943, my parents and I were in our
front yard. Like most boys, I did something or said
something that I should not have. My mother decided
to give me a ‘whippin.’ But my old dog,
“Tige” had other thoughts. He ran up
between my mother and me, bristled up, growled and
looked at me waiting for my command. I told him
not to do it. I already loved the old dog, but that
day I knew he was more than just a friend.
used the cur dog for everything. We had open range
back in the ‘ole day. Our long-horned cattle
and hogs ran in open woods. These dogs were tough
enough to help pin our cattle, yet they were smart
enough to catch the small pig and not hurt the pig.
The dog would hold the pig down with his feet.
daddy would tell me stories about people and their
cur dogs. He told me once about a bull knocking
a man down. He said the man would have been killed
if his cur dog hadn’t helped him.
dogs are not only friends – they are protectors.
I am not afraid to lie down and go to sleep in the
woods or anywhere if my dog is with me.
don’t use them for penning cattle anymore.
But I still squirrel, coon hunt and occasionally
go on a few bobcat hunts. These dogs are just a
part of my life. I can honestly say I would be lost
without my dogs; I’ve had them all my life.
met so many good friends – all due to the
cur dogs. When their dog gets too old to hunt, they
generally come back for another.
the way, I didn’t get the ‘whippin’.
Ladner Blackmouth Curs