The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-08-26
ED GEERs, FAMOUS OLD TRAINER,
INTRODUCES BOB RED, OF WARREN

Every one has q hobby. and in the
racing world. strange to relate, very
few OF the trainers select what they
follow for a living. Murphy has a
fondness for old furniture and farm
ing, while Cox enjoys the birds with
the steel spurs Pitman runs to dia-
monts, Mcdonald to real estate, and
Geers to fox hunting.
One evening after lighting a fresh
cigar and hitching his game leg. that
has been cracked three or four times
in race track accidents. over
the sound one, the veteran driver Ed
Geers asked those who were sitting
near him II they ever heard of Bob
Red. OF Warren. AS no one had. he
said:
"A few years after the close Of the
war, q friend Of mine named Tom
Wilson invited me to come down to
Warren county and have run with
his hounds. Tom had good pack.
They traced to a strain which was
brought from England by one OF the
men whom Andrew jackson sent there
when he was In the White HOUSE.
They were larger than the Tennessee
dogs, deeper through the heart and
had fest thAt would carry them over
any kind OF going. When In full cry.
their notes were as clear as the tone
OF the big bell in the Judges stand
1t Hartford and did not jar you like
some OF the gongs that make you
think you are going to q nre when
you Get the recall.
Tom and started ont and after
crossing the rivers into Dekalb coun-
". galloped towards the Cumberland
table landa with the pack at our heels
When We arrived at what Tom con-
II. hA nSx<
the dogs and we toddled along until
they began to give tongue. When
they did. they were of flying and they
certainly led. the both Of us at a
merry clip over stone walls and rail
fences, across ploughed fields and pas
lures through scrub bush and tall
timber to the foot OF a long hill.
which seemed to run up for about
throe-Quarters OF . mile.
Dogs Start Up Hin.
Pulling up our horses to let them
blow 4 little. we saw the dogs swing
ont Of the bottom and start up the
hill There goes Belle and Busle.
yelled Tom, A. his two favorites with
with the slashing dogs Dash ana
Driver At their heels. AZ was
watching them. Tom yelled at me to
look at ths top OF the hill. When
did. saw a fox on the rim. He was
outlined against the sky as he trotted
towards = clump Of bushes. and
noticed that he had no brush.
BY thunder said Tom. It's Bob
Red
And, who IL Bob Red?' said I.
why can't you see II is the
locked fox Of Warren? Every pack
in the six counties that touch Warren.
which II round as sulky wheel, has
chased him in the past four years
and he always escapes. When hunt
Cd. instead OF making = circle or TAX
Ing to cover, he skips across country
almost in an Air line until he gives
the Gogs the slip. In few weeks he
turns up about twenty miles away
and repeats. No one knows how he
lost his tail and never heard Of
anyone getting close enough to even
bother HIM
''As our horses were rested. We
started up the hill after the hounds.
When Ne arrived At the top. We could
hear them working away near shall
low stream. along the banks Of which
there were clumps OF willows. while
back Of NJ the stream disappeared In
the forest. From the way the d0ga
were noseing about II was very ap-
parent that Bob Rad had given them
tho slip. With yelp and ytp they
dashed up and down the stream. 90
caslonally coming towards W and then