06/04/2025
Tyson was a great friend and companion in and out of the woods. Lost him several years ago but sure loved watching him run in the grouse woods and in the fields. He was a pleasure to hunt with.
A Connoisseur
Born of supreme royalty like the old ones
A tricolor Llewellin emerged as a king
With nobility coursing through his veins
Born to chase grouse and all that autumn brings.
Signature square head and tight sprung ribs
Chiseled and muscular to run like the wind
Loving and kind with a calm demeanor
A loyal setter and most of all, a dear friend.
Supremacy in the Appalachian coverts
Stealth with a raging fire in his eyes
A magician on the crafty ruffed grouse
Able to adapt and quarter far or wide.
A feathered tail that wagged at home
Tyson Autumn Magic-a connoisseur of the knolls
A king arose out of greenbrier and laurel
A crown he wore, dignified as he posed.
Like those before him, ancestral blood ran deep
Deep into swags, creeks, and dark hollows
On the high bluffs, a throne was created
Still leaving a legacy that still follows.
Sovereignty running now into the eastern skies
Now passed over the rainbow bridge as the master cries.
Copyrighted: Bufford Hall
