Spreek uit Ki Toeht en het betekent little tiny dog in het Welsh. Het grijpt terug op een bijzondere hond, die driemaal de British Championships won en van bijzondere betekenis was voor Eric Burchell, de fokker van Lou. Het staat (aan het eind) beschreven op de site van Working Spaniels. Misschien leuk om te lezen als je even tijd over hebt. Zou mooi zijn als deze toevoeging op zijn naam Lou inspireert in de toekomst.
America’s loss was Cyril’s big gain!
Keith Erlandson tells the story of The Cocker bitch ‘Gwibernant Snake’
An American tourist was visiting the Lakes of Killarney and was most enthralled and envious. Seeking refreshment at a picturesque old inn, he got into conversation, as Americans invariably do when in new company, with an old Irish farmer who was enjoying an orange juice (what else?) by the chimney corner.
Quote the visitor: ‘ I sure jest lurve these beautiful lakes o’yourn aroun’ here. I’se a’gwin to buy ‘em all an’take ‘em all back home to Texas.’
‘NO thrubble’
The old Irishman answered: ‘So you will, Sor, so you will. No thrubble will you have in moving the water, to be sure. All youse’ll need is a big pipe, an’ if youse can suck as well as youse can blow, youse’ll have no thrubble at all.’
I once met the American’s twin brother who had an idea that cocker spaniels would be ideal dogs for woodcock and ruffed grouse shooting.
The ruffed grouse is rightly regarded by aficionados as the King of North American gamebirds. Certainly it is a marvelous bird.
Incredibly hardy, it is one of the few gamebirds that can stand the ferocious winters of the northern States, where in some parts it is so cold that brambles cannot grow.
The ruffed grouse is a woodland bird and is very difficult to shoot as its favourite habitat is stands of close growing hazel and alder.
Ruffed grouse seem to peak in numbers about every seven years as this is the approximate time scale at which rabies becomes activated in the skunks population. The skunk is a major predator, so when the stripey gentlemen die by the thousand, the King of Gamebirds prospers.
The American, who was a ruffed grouse hunter, had a notion that working ‘English’ cockers would be just the dogs for his type of hunting as they are closer working dogs than most Springers and a bird flushed too far out under such ‘close’ conditions could well present itself beyond the vision of the shooter, as can rabbits over here when flushed in heavy cover.
The American contacted me and outlined a most exciting plan.
He wanted to buy a dozen cocker pups from me for starters at a price he quoted, which was quite staggering, and would require a dozen pups every year thereafter.
Expenses
I did a rapid mental calculation. The money he was offering would pay all our household expenses and feed the kennels for a year, so we could live on the cockers and any income from other sources simply would be jam on the American bread and butter.
The idea was to re-introduce the cocker to the States as a working dog and inaugurate field trails again, as in the days when the late Clark Gable campaigned his cockers.
I had a couple of cocker bitches which were duly mated and made a valiant effort , producing 11 pups between them, which was not bad for starters as I was then only one short of the required total. The eventual outcome was that just as the Lakes of Killarney were still there, so were my cocker pups.
The American disappeared without trace, although I would know where to find him if I was so minded to go over there and put a live goose down his chimney! I was left with 11 hungry pups, all eating their heads off, so I had to set about finding working homes for them and eventually they all went.
First in the queue were the Gwynne brothers from South Wales, Alan and Cyril . They chose a black bitch apiece which they requested I should register under my own prefix as in those days the Kennel Club had not realised just how much revenue it was losing by leaving this matter as a breeder’s option.
Good start
I named them Gwibernant Snake and Gwibernant Sly.
Cyril took Snake and for over two years I heard not a word about her. Then I judged a two-day cocker trail at Powys Castle near Welshpool. Cyril was running his black bitch and it was his first trail ever and to give him a good start, and a bit of encouragement for both of them, I took them to the top of a steep bank where the last dog under me had just flushed a cock, so there would be residual scent to help his bitch to get going.
I need not have bothered. She just cut bare, unattractive bank to ribbons and then we were into blackthorn, brambles and ditches. She smashed the cover apart in a manner I had seen no cocker attempt since I ran her grand-dam, Field Trail Champion Speckle of Ardoon, three times winner of the Cocker Championship.
She had finds but no retrieve, then when she had finished her run, I brought her in later for an eyewipe as we had divided forces and the left hand dog was beyond our ken. She handled the blind retrieve like a veteran and won this novice stake by a large margin.
The following day she was placed second in the Open Stake , beating the very sound and consistent Field Trail Champion , Rhu of Migdale (also bred by me) , into third place.
The floodgates had opened. There was no stopping Cyril and ‘Jet’ as she was known. I don’t remember how many stakes she won but she was unlucky in the Championship, as frequently she was in season for that event and it had to be left to her descendants to shine in the supreme trail for cockers.
Rhu was the first stud dog she was put to and the mating was an unqualified success, both in the spheres of direct competition and for posterity also.
The litter was registered under the ‘Wernffrwd’ prefix, newly granted by the Kennel Club to Cyril and Mary Gwynne.
Translated from Welsh into English, ‘Wernffrwd’ means ‘The Brook That Runs Into The Marsh’, or more simply, ‘Marshbrook’.
Over the last decade and a half ‘Wernffrwd’ has become synonymous with all that is great within the working cocker breed.
This first litter produced Field Trail Champion Wernffrwd Wober, owed by Mr. and Mrs. D. Neale, and Field Trail Champion Wernffrwd Tylwyth Teg(Cyril and Mary).The latter was third in the 1984 Cocker Championship.
Field Trail Champion Bunter of Jordieland was next put to Snake and produced Peter Clulee’s Field Trail Champion Wernffrwd Jetson of Larford and Cyril and Mary’s Field trial Champion Wernffrwd Bunterson.
Flushed
Snakes next mate was a very classy black and white which I sent to Texas as a shooting dog and doubtless would have flushed ducks out of the Lakes of Killarney, had the transplant ever been effected.
His name was Craigfelin Adam.
No titled cocker emerged from this litter but Kevin Jones’ Wernffrwd Spurt was consistent in trails and finished second in the 1988 Championship.
The successful first mating to Rhu was repeated and this was the most outstanding of all her breeding efforts. For a start it was enormous by cocker standards, seldom a prolific breed, and nine good strong pups were born and reared.
Three gained their titles- Peter Jones’ Wernffrwd Melin-goch, Cyril and Mary’s Wernffrwd Ci Twt and Eric Burchell’s Wernffrwd Pawn.
Pawn was a very hot and stylish black and white, which I have shot over and judged. She finished second in the 1989 Championship and her gentler sister, Ci Twt, put up an outstanding performance to win the Championship at Sandringham in 1990.
Two dogs from this litter, Neidr Goch and Carlo, threw down a strong challenge in trails but were rather too hot for comfort and the sort one should use at stud, according to the teaching of the late John Nash, who invariably advocated ‘ The dog that is almost too much dog.’ None of your fussy little ‘grass dogs’ for Nash.
Pawn was the most outstanding brood bitch that Snake produced.
Mated to Field Trail Champion Jade of Livermere (another descendant of Speckle of Ardoon), the litter yielded Tony Price’s Field Trail Champion Bournepark Bobbin, and Eric Burchell’s Field Trail Champion Bournepark Beluga and Carl Colclough’s 1992 Championship winner, Field Trial Champion Jasper of Parkbreck.
Years ago , John Nash mated his pointer bitch field Trail Champion Queen of Clengar to the imported Finnish stud, Patasaan Eriski, which produced the bitch Moanruad Flare, which was given to Stephen Frank, the famous falconer, and produced a whole dynasty of ‘Embercombe” pointers which have been so outstanding in competition and as working dogs.
Without doubt, within her own breed ,Snake has equalled Flare’s achievements as a cornerstone of her breed and has helped to lift the cocker out of the slough of despond of the 1960’s, which an American recently referred to in Spaniels in the Field.
This writer pondered the enigma of the decline of the cocker when the 60’s was a period of relative affluence and stability. I recently raised this matter at an excellent forum I attended where the floor consisted of real grass-roots Welsh spaniel supporters.
I pointed out that affluence alone will not ensure field trail successes but must be coupled with know-how. I conceded that affluence makes the campaigning of field trail dogs considerably more comfortable, but if it was a straight choice between affluence and sheer natural ability, I would back Cyril Gwynne any day of the week.