The Story of Bo

The Story of Bo'Darc Kennel

I feel it is important for you to know where I’ve been, in order to understand where I am going in relationship to this kennel. Below you will find out about my introduction to bird hunting, my beginnings with dogs, and the basis this kennel is found on.

I have several pictures that are relevant to this story. I have these pictures as "thumbnails", so you will have to double-click each picture for a larger view. In the story you will find some dog's names that are underlined. These are links to these dog's own page, just double-click the underlined names to find more pictures and information.

This story is dedicated to my favorite hunting buddy.....My Dad...Don Logan

April 6th, 1934 - August 10, 2004

A Kid with His First Dog

Born in September of 1961, an only son of a “dyed-in-the-wool” quail hunter, I started bird hunting with my dad as soon as I was able to get around in the woods with him. Bird hunting is a tradition that runs VERY deep on my dad’s side of the family. Along with his cousins and brothers, my dad grew up bird hunting in southern Oklahoma, as did his dad and his dad before him. As a young kid on my early bird hunts with my dad, we did not own a dog so he made it my job to mark where the dead birds fell while he watched where the rest of the covey lit. My dad’s employment was such that we moved every year, so even though he was an avid bird hunter and hunted with dogs all through his youth, he did not feel it was feasible for us to own a dog. When I was in 6^th grade, I attended Dorothy Moody Middle School in Overland Park, Kansas. My gym teacher Mr. Paul Ressler was a bird hunter, and he and I enjoyed sharing stories of our hunts. Mr. Ressler had a very nice Llewellin Setter female. Mr. Ressler raised a litter out of her and gave me the last pup that was left in the litter. I named him “Peedy” and what a gift this last or picked over pup of the litter turned out to be for me. This dog was a natural in every aspect of his hunting abilities. He honored the first dog he saw on point on his very first hunt in northern Missouri. He retrieved to hand the very first bird that was shot over him, and he would naturally hunt a harvested milo or corn field with precision. He would start by going to the far fence line/hedge row and then take it to the opposite end. He’d then move over about 10 to 15 rows and bring it back to the near end, and then move over another 10 to 15 rows and take it back to the opposite end again. He would hunt this pattern until either he found birds or hunted the complete field to no avail. He never broke a point once one was established. My dad and I searched for him for 45 minutes on a snowy central Iowa morning, only to find him completely engulfed in a snow drift with just his head and the tip of his tail exposed. On the opposite side of the drift was a rooster pheasant buried up. Obviously, this was in the days before “beeper collars”. I did not realize what I had in this dog until after many years later, long after Peedy was gone, and I tried to find myself another bird dog. I had Peedy to use as a “gauge” or a “standard” to judge all others against.

	This is a Logan family gathering in 1964. I am the one on the front row with my back to the camera. I am too busy looking at my great granddads Pointer.
	This is a picture of my great grandfather, Thomas Alger Logan, with one of his Pointers.
	These are two of my dad's gun dogs, Mona and Pupp. These pictures were taken during the 1954-1955 hunting season.
	Mona, my dad's all-time favorite, was half Pointer and half Irish Setter. She was the very dark red color of the Irish Setter with a slick Pointer coat. She resembled a Red-Bone Hound.
	Pupp, was an Elhew bred Pointer. Dad said you had to hunt with Pupp, as he did not hunt with you!
	Mona, on the other hand, handled very kindly to the gun. Never out of control, never had to be hacked or corrected and always seemed to be in the right places.
	Another look at Mona.
	Mona and Pupp.

This is a pair of pointer pups my dad bought in 1959, shortly after he and mom were married.
This is one of those pups pointing a rag.
This is a picture of me during the 1973-74 hunting season. I was hunting over Peedy at that time.
This is my beloved "Peedy".
Once Peedy established point he did not move.

The Search Begins

Using Peedy as this gauge to judge all the others by just about drove me over the edge, both mentally and financially! I was shocked at how sorry the dogs I found turned out to be. Dogs that were sold to me as “fine prospects or fine gun dogs”. The really sad part was that I was gullible enough to believe these peddlers. I have been lied to about a dog more than anything else that I have ever been involved with in my life.

I began my search of a bird dog with a Pointer female that “eventually” made a decent dog but not a “natural” as Peedy was. I purchased Pointers, Setters, German Shorthairs, German Wirehairs, Brittanys and even cross bred bird dogs, in my search of my next “Peedy”. My efforts in acquiring what I was looking for in a dog became so hopeless that I tried to raise pups for myself. This too became equally as frustrating. I somehow had come to the conclusion that if I obtained a daughter of Champion This or Champion That and bred her to Champion What’s His Name, I’d finally achieve my goal. Guess what….I found out the hard way that breeding by “paper” or “pedigree” alone is a BIG mistake. One day though, I found some dogs that changed everything for me.

I Found My Dream

I was fortunate enough to stumble on to a hunter that had a kennel of dogs bred from the VERY special mating of CH.Fiddler’s Ace to Candy Rail. I saw about ten of his dogs in the field that day, ranging in age from two months to five yrs. old. I knew the search for my dog had ended. I went home and told my wife that I was selling every dog I had on the place. She, of course, was thrilled. I then proceeded to tell her I was “starting over” as I had found not just one but a whole family of dogs that I’d been looking for. I did just that; I sold every dog I had at my place. I then took the money from the “kennel sale” along with a frozen semen daughter of Ch. Guard Rail that I owned to obtain a dog that I named Bo’Darc Dixie Fiddle, the beginning of where I am today.

Someone Else Found it Too

Larry Mueller, Hunting Dog Editor of Outdoor Life Magazine, wrote in his July 1997 article that the strain of Pointers from the mating of

CH.Fiddler’s Ace to Candy Rail is “The only true breeding family of foot hunting American Pointers.” Larry refers to this family again in the August 2001 issue of Outdoor Life: "The mating of CH.Fiddler's Ace to Candy Rail resulted in incredibly intense Pointers with enormous bird desire who are nevertheless easily trained to hunt as team members with owners. If we honor CH.Fiddler's Ace in the Hunting Dog Hall of Fame, it will soon be common knowledge exactly where one field-trial dog did indeed create a superior hunting strain."

	This is my sister, LeAnn, with Peedy around 1975.
	Peedy was not a high tailed dog on point, but the bottom line was his tail didn't find the birds!
	You could tell how close Peedy was to the birds by how far he was off the ground. If he was real close to the birds, he'd almost be on his belly.
	This is me as I was heading off to college. I had to have a picture of my dog to keep in my dorm room.
	This is my dad having fun trying to teach an old dog a new trick.
	This is the last picture taken of a great dog and a great friend to me, Peedy.

This is Bo'Darc Dixie Fiddle. The dog that began this kennel for me.
This is Bo'Darc Dixie Fiddle and Rail's Little Jake in north central Kansas.
Rail's Little Jake....a bird finding machine.
A pair of CH. Fiddler's Ace - Candy Rail bred Pointers doing their thing.

The First Breeding from the New Line

After hunting a season with Bo’Darc Dixie Fiddle as well as having the opportunity to hunt her alongside her uncle Rail’s Little Jake in north central Kansas, I made the decision to breed these two outstanding individuals together. This mating would not only be crossing two exceptional wild bird dogs together, but it would also line-breed the CH. Fiddler’s Ace/Candy Rail genetics. The offspring from this mating turned out to be extremely gifted as well as natural gun dogs, and to this day, I continue to line-breed from this very mating.

Other Additions to the Family

I did continue to acquire a few more dogs from the help of others that I had met along my journey named: “Searching for the Dog I Once Had: ‘The Peedy Story’.” Some of these dogs were more CH. Fiddler’s Ace/Candy Rail bred dogs; however, some were double-bred Fiddler or different crosses consisting of more Fiddler/Fiddler’s Ace to Guard Rail-bred females and even to Guard Rail’s dam Nell’s Rambling On. Let’s discuss Nell for a moment here as this Bird Dog Hall-of-Fame-inducted female is the definition of a “Blue Hen.” Being in the Hall-of-Fame requires that the dog be dead, and they must have played a major role in Field Trials or produced Trial dogs. Nell’s Rambling On is found through many different avenues at Bo’Darc Kennel. The mating of 1989 inducted Hall-of-Famer CH. Smart to Nell’s Rambling On produced the great 1986 Hall-of-Famer Ch. Guard Rail. Ch. Guard Rail then produced two more notable “Blue Hens”, his daughters Elhew Kiwi and Guard Rail Susan. One of CH. Guard Rail’s prepotent sons R.U.CH. Rail Dancer produced the six-time Arkansas Dog of the Year Indian Mound Rowdy. On another occasion, Nell’s Rambling On was bred to co- Hall-of-Famer CH. Builder’s Addition. This mating produced another Hall-of-Fame dog CH. Addition’s Go Boy. When Nell’s Rambling On was bred to yet another Hall-of-Fame dog CH. Fiddler, the result was R.U.CH.Gateway Matador and his littermate sister Gateway Babs. Nell’s Rambling On is a very important part of the foundation of this kennel.

I had always liked CH.Slate Creek Doc from the first time I saw him run in a walking field trail in southern Kansas; likewise, I had always liked the offspring I had seen that was sired by him. Through several different breedings, it had been proven many times that Doc crossed very well with Fiddler bred dogs as well as Guard Rail dogs. It just made logical sense to me, then, that he would cross equally well with Fiddler’s Ace crossed over Guard Rail bred dogs, which in fact it did! All of the dogs above in the bold text are found one way or another in the genetics of every dog at Bo’Darc Kennel.

Here I am Today

I have literally gone through hundreds of dogs to be at this point in my life. I am very satisfied with the “type” and “quality” of dog that is consistently produced here at Bo’Darc Kennel; however, I have and always will continue to strive for something better. From the above information, you can see that Hall-of-Fame/Field Trail Champion lineages are a considerable part of the background found in the dogs of Bo’Darc Kennel. As true as this may be, it is NOT my intention to raise Field Trial Dogs as I was born and bred to be a bird hunter. I want dogs that hunt for me at a comfortable foot hunting range. I do, however, desire the very same class and the drive/determination that it takes to win any given field trial. As I continue to line-breed the CH. Fiddler’s Ace-Candy Rail line along with the blend from Nell’s Rambling On and CH. Slate Creek Doc, the inbreeding co-efficient and co-efficient of relationship keeps getting greater and greater, continuing to strengthen this truly unique strain of Pointers. If you want to own a Pointer that points at an early age, has exceptional desire and style and loves birds as much as human companionship, then don't miss out on an opportunity to become a member of the Bo'Darc Family. Although I cannot guarantee that every pup or dog that leaves here will be another “Peedy,” rest assured that is my goal and commitment to you. To that commitment, I also give you my word that I will tell you the truth about each dog’s breeding and their abilities, along with my desire to “Fulfill the Point of Your Dreams”.

Mike Logan

	This is me and Peedy after a hunt in south central Nebraska.
	This is my dad, Bo'Darc Dixie Fiddle and Bo'Darc Mad Molly on a VERY cold winter morning in western Oklahoma. If dad had his ear flaps down you can bet it was really cold.
	My dad and me after another Nebraska hunt.
	My dad trying to find a way through a frozen jungle.
	This is my dad holding Indian Mound Tessie and me holding Bo'Darc Dixie Fiddle.

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