Stouts Bosshog


Story of a true working bulldog.

While I don't know this dog personally or had the pleasure to see him work  I have grown fawn of his performance and work ethic  on the hunting fields  , allot has been written about Bosshogs back ground  some good some bad but no one bother to ask Boss what he thought I am sure if he were to speak he would  say  ask the dead hogs they know best .

Boss is a smaller size bulldog short legged  locomotive not typical of what most people like to see in an American bulldog ,   but what Boss  lack in size he made it in heart , his drive and eagerness to  confront his opponent  is a statement to my  saying  combat knows no, color, size , pedigree or time of the day   just what works and what does not work .  
In the woods   Boss actions  were very predictable he perform an catch what ever he was told to catch what more can you ask from a true hunting   bulldog  .
Bosshog start his  young career at Jay Dorsey hunter lodge and there he typed  his working resume in the woods as a reliable catch dog James Stout told me that many times  Boss was cut and battered catching multiple hogs in a day and he never took a step backward threw fatigue or injury Boss kept working as a true bulldog should   , James also  tells  me that when he first saw Boss he said damn this dog been threw a chain saw ,   while I have only watch a small video portions  of his catching trails  in the woods I can  appreciate his hard biting style and  lack of self preservation  and speed to the prey ,  Boss was a straight head dog  that he did not regroup before he hit the hog  something I adore in a working  dog ,  he take off 5 feet before impact  and slam with no hesitation  his attitude was one hit one bite and its over you have to kill me of pry me off this beast   .
 What has impress me the most about Boss Style  is his commitment to getting his first grip  even when blown away by large powerful hogs   he simply try to counter in mid air   I have  seen  this  in great protection dogs and in some good catch dogs  but most rethink the situation or try to approach the enemy  from a different angle once they have been rejected the first few grips    but the great ones  like Boss refuse to be denied they   just seem to  scoop the grip on the counter  in mid air , yea  how you like me Now! .

Boss die in the hands of his son Rebel in a kennel fight while it is a tragedy at least he went down to his own son , Boss  has  produce allot of proven catch dogs  not just title dogs but wood  dogs , his offspring is a statement to his to his genetic  ability to reproduce himself , I like to thank James and  Laura Stouts for allowing to share my experience with this great Hunting dog Boss Hog , he was a true  honest bulldog and so are the Stouts  they are true bulldoggers and don't straddle the fence when it comes to what's a pretty good working bulldog and what is a pretty bred bulldog  . 


When was Bosshog born, where and when did he die

Born in early 1992, died in the fall of 2000 in Sandy Run (Swansea) SC

Who did you buy him from or who bred him

He was bred by Jay Dorsey, whom I bought him from in late 1995.

How was Bosshog as a pup

I did not have him as a pup, but by all accounts he was the same as his offspring; outgoing, playful, high level of animal aggression.

At what age did he get his first hog exposure, by who

Probably around 4 to 6 months of age.

What drive did Bosshog seem to work of naturally

Fight and prey.

What were his working titles

He was a worker not a competition dog, so no titles.

At what age did he title

See above.

What was Bosshog’s hip score or OFA rating, were his elbows ok

No hip score. He and all of his offspring have always been functional and athletic, and have not suffered any DJD.

What was Bosshog’s weakest working trait and his strongest trait

A little too short for his build. He was game (and this was put to the test many times) Quit was not a word he Knew. He was also very hard mouthed.

What was his worst genetic fault

No real genetic faults come to mind. But once again he could have stood to have another inch or two of leg.

Did he have typical bulldog teeth

It was hard to tell by the time I got him, as most were pulled out or worn down to nubs from catching so many hogs.

What was Bosshog’s full grown typical weight

About 75 pounds.

How many hogs did he catch

It’s really hard to say but when talking to people at the hunting lodge I have been told that the 500 figure I estimated probably only got me about half way there.

After the catch what was his most predicted technique

He would roll his eyes back in his head and go to another place or “go to sleep on him.” Once you broke him off you had to get out of sight of the hog if you wanted your arms to be left in the sockets.

What would you say struck you the most when you saw him

The first time I saw him he looked like someone had worked on him with a machine gun and maybe a chainsaw, and he was as happy as could be. He got even happier when we got him out of the kennel and put him on the truck to go catch some more hogs.

What did you hate the most about him

Nothing. The only thing I hate is that he is not around any more.

What was his working temperament like, with people and other dogs

Absolutely great and outgoing with people. He was fine with other dogs when hunting, but got pretty aggressive after he was retired for awhile.

Was he an outside dog or inside dog


Does he have he any direct brothers or sisters from the same litter

He had a few, but the only ones I know anything about were two sisters that Jay sold to Bill Hines.

If you were to clone one of his traits what would that be

Gameness (heart)

Who were his trainers

A bunch of wild hogs.

What is your most memorable session with him in training or hunting

The first time I saw him catch a hog.

If you had the chance to own another Bosshog would you change anything in his early training


Would you say Bosshog was a hardbiter or medium

Definitely hardbiter – he could still catch and hold with barely any teeth.

At what age would you say Bosshog went in the woods

Probably around 6 or 8 months.

Did he have a catch placement preference

Almost always on the ear, but every now and then by the jaw.

How was Bosshog around your family


Would you say he was a typical Bulldog dog from what you have seen off out there

Not typical when talking about most American bulldogs, but pretty typical of woods hog dogs only with a larger head than most.

Did he ever do bite work


What was the strangest moment you had with Bosshog or an event that blew your mind or scared you

On the first hunt I saw him on, the hog was working the bay dogs over pretty good and Jay was yelling for one of his helpers to turn Bosshog loose. It must have been close to ten minutes, and finally I saw this flash of white streak through the bushes fly over two hounds’ backs, and crash into the hog. I think the contrast of the bay dogs (all being dark brindle and fairly tall and slight) and this white linebacker looking thing coming in like the genuine hero he was, is something I will never forget. It turns out that the reason it took so long to get him down there was a hog that another hunter had shot was lying on top of the dog box. When they got Boss out of the box, he managed to get hold of the leg and it took that long to get him broken off.

What was Bosshog’s biggest event /trail he attended /entered, what was the outcome

No trials, just lots of hogs. The outcome and the biggest surprise it that he lived through it.

Does Bosshog have any off spring currently working

Yes I have an inbred son that I use as a catch dog now. I and many other hog hunters have had many sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, and great grandsons and daughters that have proven themselves in the woods many times over. There are also several Kennels that have offspring they take to various events.

How many off spring does he have and how they compare to him

I am not completely sure of the amount. He has a lot of offspring that speak pretty well of him, but the closest I have seen to him yet is his inbred son Rebel (out of his daughter Angel).

When he caught those present what was their most typical quote or assessment of him

He sure won’t quit or let you down. When he got there it was the end of the line.

Do you still have sperm if so what is the ultimate goal or plans for that available breeding

No, now I have to rely on the blood I have out of him.


Boss  Journey to his new  home , By Laura Stouts.

One of my fondest memories of Bosshog was right after we bought him from Jay Dorsey. We had been trying for about a year to talk Jay into letting him go. We finally came to an agreement, and James and I made the trip to pick him up, and to take Dolly back to our place for a second time to have her pups. On the way back to Pennsylvania, where we were living at the time, our old Ford truck broke down in the middle of Virginia. It turned out that the truck had to go to a shop, and being a Saturday, was going to leave us stranded for several days. This was quite a difficult situation, having the truck towed, trying to figure out a way to get two bulldogs, crates, luggage, etc. to a hotel. The fact that Boss was an unfamiliar dog that we had just acquired the day before only added to the uncertainty of the situation. We finally got settled, and decided to let Boss out of the crate to see how he reacted to being inside. Well, I’ve seen quite a few outside dogs act a little hesitant their first time inside, but the first thing he did was jump up on the bed where we were sitting and roll around! He had been a working dog his whole life, so of course he was never taught any manners. What an attention hog he was, and he was obnoxious about it, too! After shooing him off the bed, he proceeded to check the place out. We were sitting there, discussing how we were going to work things out, who all we needed to call, etc. Next thing we know, we look over and there’s Boss standing on top of the counter, admiring himself in the mirror! Seeing him in the hotel room, living it up, enjoying the air conditioning and the attention, seemed so out of character for him. I always thought of him as a serious bulldog, because all I really knew about him was what I had seen on Jay’s show tapes. It was such a delight to see him be so affectionate and just clowning around. It certainly helped to lighten up a rather stressful situation.

That affectionate, goofy personality is really how I remember Bosshog. Most people, when they hear of him, only think of Jay Dorsey’s place and hog hunting. His antics ended up being a constant source of amusement and frustration. One time I let him out to run around with the first Cain and Lady litter, which was twelve puppies. I was in the enclosure with them, and of course the puppies were all milling around my feet. Not to be left out, Boss was desperately trying to find a way to gently push through the crowd of puppies to get to me. Not having any luck, he finally launched himself in the air, over all the puppies, and ended up hitting me right in the side of my face, nearly knocking me out. Understandably, I was upset with him, but he was sure to try to give me a bath to make up for it. My anger wore off pretty quickly, but the shiner he gave me stayed for a little while.

Not long after Boss came to our place, we discovered he did not like being alone in a run. We’ve always had some type of kennel setup, usually one dog per run. Boss was constantly finding ways into the other runs. He had this wonderful talent for going right through chainlink. He would keep pushing on it until one or two of the ties at the bottom gave, then he would push his way through. I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times we’d go out there to find Boss in somebody else’s run. A lot of times, it was difficult to find exactly where he went through. We were constantly repairing chainlink. There was one thing about this that was hard to get angry with, though. When pups were old enough to be away from their mother, we would put them in a kennel run. If Boss was in a run next to puppies, he would make a hole in the chainlink just big enough for the pups to fit through. He absolutely loved playing with puppies. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. This thick, huge-headed bulldog could fit an entire 8-week-old puppy in his mouth. He would play with them the same way they played with each other, only in what looked like slow motion. He was so gentle with them. Hard to believe from a dog who was used to being rough all the time.

Unfortunately, Boss was not always this good natured with grown dogs. He was usually all right with females, although if they got into an argument about something, he wouldn’t take any abuse from them. Ouija is missing half an ear because of a scuffle she and Boss got into once. He even got into it with Angel after working his way into her pen. Angel was only about a year old at the time, but she has never been a very sociable animal with other dogs. She prefers to be alone, and I guess she tried to let him know. I went running out to the kennel when I heard the commotion, and Boss had Angel down on her back. This aggression became increasingly worse as he got older. In fact, it eventually led to his demise. I don’t know if it was boredom from retirement, or what. He didn’t seem grouchy. He was always the same affectionate, amiable dog with people right up until we lost him. My daughters even used to climb into the run with him just to play and love on him. It simply seemed that his tolerance for other male dogs became all but nonexistent. When we first told Jay about this, he was very surprised. Apparently, Boss had never shown even the slightest sign of dog aggression while at the lodge. He would not have worked well at all if he had been dog aggressive. He was constantly around other dogs, both on the hunt and in the kennel.

We made great efforts to keep Boss from getting into trouble. However, in the end, trouble eventually found him. We came home one day to find an awful mess, with Boss in the same run as Ouija, along with a leopard dog we had at the time, and Boss barely breathing. It seemed his son, Rebel, had managed to break his chain (he was around nine or ten months old at the time). We could not figure out exactly what happened, but it looked like Boss and Rebel had been fighting through the chainlink at the end of the run, and Ouija and the leopard dog had decided to get in on it. The leopard dog was crouching in the back of the run when we found him, without even a scratch on him. Ouija had several superficial wounds, but nothing serious. Rebel’s condition was about the same as Ouija’s, but Boss did not fare so well. By the time we found him, he had lost too much blood and was already cold. He was breathing very shallowly when James picked him up and carried him out of the kennel. He laid him on the ground, and we watched helplessly as he feebly tried to get up, collapsed, and took his last few breaths. It was heartbreaking to see this mighty dog in such a state. It was even worse when the realization hit me that he was actually gone. Believe me, I understand that a working dog can be lost any time, and we’ve certainly lost our fair share of dogs over the years. Something about Bosshog being gone just took the wind out of our sails the whole way around. After that, it was a couple years until we bred another litter, and that was at someone else’s request.

Nowadays, we are taking our time experimenting with different combinations of his various offspring. Some are living up to our expectations, while others, we’re not as pleased with. That’s the name of the game with breeding, though. You don’t really know how a breeding will work out until you try it. You may be pleasantly surprised, or gravely disappointed, but ultimately, it gives you a direction to go in. Our goal is not necessarily to produce a line of Bosshog clones, but to produce a line of true working bulldogs that encompass all of Boss’s strongest traits, while making up for his few shortcomings.




Grand Sire/Dam





Oliver’s Outlaw  





Oliver's Outlaw

Dorsey's Sideburns
(a.k.a. Hines BattleAxe)



Dorsey's Flash
(a.k.a. Hines Snowbird)