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Field Trial Hall of Fame Endorsements

Jun 04, 2019
Gordon Hazlewood


I whole-heartedly nominate Gordon Hazlewood to the Field Trial Hall of Fame.

Qualified and deserving of this honor? Anyone who knows Gordon would agree that serious consideration is in order.

Most people who read The American Field are familiar with Gordon’s accomplishments. I will not elaborate there. It is his dog-training gifts and his admirable character that I feel I can share.

A newcomer to horseback shooting dog stakes in the early 1980s, I had the privilege of working with Gordon.

Always willing to share his knowledge and philosophy in training then and now, he continues to be a helpmate to the up-and-coming trainers in our sport.

I have enjoyed watching Gordon develop a dog, perhaps one that some might not go on with, into a beautifully finished specimen threatening his competitors in every trial entered. Foremost through Gordon’s expertise leadership, his dogs show themselves to be consummate bird-finders that love him and eagerly go with him. I cannot recall many dogs developed by Gordon found to be AWOL.

Gordon’s dogs exhibit consistency and class while running, on point and after the flush. They remain, through the years, almost mirror-images of one another, a testimony of his consistency and talent.

Not only is Gordon an excellent, respected dog trainer, but he is a top-notch “hand” at riding and training horses. Gordon Hazlewood defines the word horsemanship, typifies the description “born in the saddle.”

With clever wit and open-hearted friendliness, Gordon stands as a universal patron of the sport. He gives whole-heartedly. Be it training dogs or horses, organizing field trials or serving as a judge or organizer of field trials, his efforts are admirable and respected, no better way, than being inducted into the Field Trial Hall of Fame.

Chuck Stretz, Blackwater, Mo.


Shalimar, or Bud, was a once-in-a-lifetime dog. From the first time I saw him as a puppy until the day he passed away, I totally loved him, and Bud knew it. He gave everything he had every time I turned him loose, whether in a trial or a workout.

He was one of those dogs that people call “too much dog,” for he had several long forays on his own. He was gone over night several times, but each and every time I found him he was still hunting. He had tremendous stamina, and three hours was just a warmup for him. He loved me every bit as much as I did him and that it what brought him back to me every time.

We lost him one time that really worried me. My good friend Dick Wilson and I were working him in an area infested with pheasants. We were not allowed to work on horseback there, but there were so many birds we worked him on foot and had long logging chains attached to either side of the roading harness. They were several feet long and the links were well over an inch. Most dogs would not move with them on, but Bud pulled them like they were strings.

Dick and I turned him loose about 6:00 a. m. and the first hour was brilliant. He had over fifteen finds, all perfect. Shortly after that he vanished. We searched for over four hours and then, all of a sudden, this big white dog loomed on the horizon, running as though he had just been turned loose. Dick could not believe it, nor could I, for those chains were a big “slow down”, but not to Bud.

In accumulating his championship wins, he ran in all types of terrain from the fields of New York, to the far-flung fields of Killdeer Plains in Ohio, to the vast areas of the far West in Yakima, Wash., Corvallis, Ore., or the mighty Anderson Ranch near Prosser, Wash., in the Deep South and the high desert country of Winnemucca, Nev., where it takes a truly tough dog to win.

Bud won the Winnemucca All-Age in 1976 with a record entry of 76 dogs and at pickup was close to five miles away just inside the Winnemucca city limits. He did it all.

He had a colossal performance in the National Free-for-All Championship with eighty plus dogs in that stake, and finished on three legs, having injured a leg at the two-hour mark, but was passed up for a local dog.

When he won the National Prairie Chicken Shooting Dog Championship in Wisconsin in 1973, he had never seen a chicken before. I roaded him two hours before he ran that morning, and he was still gone at pickup when I found him on point of seventeen chickens to win the title.

Ladies and gentlemen, Ch. Shalimar was one of the all-time great field trial performers. Please place your vote for him for the Field Trial Hall of Fame.

David Grubb,  Lake Orion, Mich.



I am writing in support of Fred Rayl’s nomination for the Hall of Fame.

His record of championship wins, his role in developing numerous dogs that would become Hall-of-Famers, and his role as a scout, are all well known — and I will not repeat them.

I first met Fred in 2012 when he drove all the way from Georgia to western Pennsylvania to judge his first grouse dog trial: the now-defunct, two-hour Armstrong Umbel Classic. That Fred was willing to take at least as long to drive to the trial as he was to sit in the saddle and watch dogs is itself a measure of his commitment to the sport. But Fred’s modesty is actually what is worth mentioning.

At a dinner at a local restaurant during the event, the usual tall tales began to flow — but in a moment of a seriousness, Russ Richardson (whose owns kennel name Bar P which has enjoyed its own share of success and recognition) began speculating about some of the dogs back a few generations in his pedigrees. Fred sat there quietly while Russ tried to piece together some of those ancestors — at various moments incorrectly. As Russ fumbled through (and this might have been the beer or my memory of it) the connections

between Nell’s Rambling On and Addition’s Go Boy, with a wry smile on his face, Fred quietly said, “Do you know who bred that dog (Addition’s Go Boy)?” Russ’ face went blank for a second. Fred said, “My daddy.” That Russ’ reaction was laughter says enough about the intent and means of Fred’s delivery. For a man with so much legacy in the sport to set a pedigree straight with as much grace and good humor as he did says a lot about his quality as a sportsman.

Fred invited me to report the Masters Quail Championship (a championship he has won four times) in 2013 — and I have returned ever since. As Fred’s desire to spend months on the road has waned, he has nonetheless continued to support others who want to compete at the highest level.

While I own a couple of pointers, my primary breed remains the Vizsla — and with a number of our pros and serious amateurs now taking time in Georgia in the winter, Fred has opened his grounds to at least one of those, happy to share what he knows, to sustain and encourage the future of field trialing.

I would encourage readers to vote for Fred Rayl for the Hall of Fame, for a life lived in service to the sport.

Andrew Campbell,  Northfield, Mass.



AS I sat down to write this endorsement of my friend Andy Daugherty for the Field Trial Hall of Fame, it occurred to me that there have probably been very few candidates in the history of this organization that have so fully met the requirements for election.

As a handler he has won more Open Championships (104) than any other handler in the history of the sport. As a trainer, five, yes five of his dogs have already been elected to the Hall of Fame!

Mr. Bill Coddington has already detailed Andy’s achievements in his nomination letter (issue of May 25), so I won’t expound on those details, suffice to say it is extensive. I would, however, like to talk about his other contributions.

While Bill talked about all the dogs Andy had scouted to the winners’ circle for his Dad (Bud Daugherty), I would like to make mention that he has probably scouted more winning dogs for his competitors than any other trainer in the history of the sport.

If someone at a trial needs help, Andy Daugherty is always willing. Every one of his contemporaries will testify that he is one of the best in the game and on a personal note, it was Andy who scouted for me when I won my first open championship.

Andy Daugherty has always been a giver to the sport. He judged the American Field Quail Futurity, the American Derby Invitational (twice), the All-America Derby, Region 8 Amateur All-Age (twice), the National Amateur Chicken Championship and the Quail Championship Invitational.

Add to that list numerous red setter, German Shorthair and Vizsla trials. Sometime back in the mid-1980s I ran in my first horseback field trial at Howard, Kan. Andy Daugherty and Bill Hunt presided. He put on the Inola All-Age for several years.

As a founding member of the Southwest Missouri Sportsmen’s Club he has been instrumental in the care and development of the grounds at Grovespring. A great many field trials are hosted there for all breeds and disciplines, from walking to all-age.

This year will mark the 52nd summer that Andy and Sharleen will return to their training grounds at Jansen, Saskatchewan. I think that is a testimonial in itself to his character that he’s kept the same grounds for 52 years! That is an extremely rare accomplishment.

In closing, I ask you to cast your ballot for a much deserving Andy Daugherty. Let’s put him in the Hall of Fame alongside his father Bud Daugherty and his dogs, Barshoe Buzzsaw, Barshoe Brute, Lehar’s Main Tech, Bear Creek Bess and House’s Snake Bite!

Allen Vincent, Collinsville, Okla.


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