Jonathon  D. Schrieber was born Dec. 31 1943, in Wausau Wisconsin. He received a PhD. in soil science from Oregon State, where he met his wife Sharon. They moved to  Mississippi  in 1971 for a job with the state sedimentation laboratory in Oxford. They have three children and one grandchild. John has been a pilot and a flight instructor. He has ridden motorcycles for many years. He used to ride Honda's but bought his 1st Harley in '87.  He's been a member of the BFMC for 11 yrs. I asked him how he got his nickname and he said he picked it out himself . His wife commented that  "it was either Dog, or Evil Bastard" so I guess he choose wisely. Dog was one of the charter members of chapter 53 in MS and has always handled the books;  which I might add he does an excellent job of. He has even questioned me, past pres. and charter holder,  about  why I needed a check! When we left the old clubhouse and moved on to greener pastures Dog had  his reservations about our actions but he always supported the club and has been there for every work day and almost all events. I first got to know Dog at a party in Tupelo MS,  that was attended by Doug Barron and Gary Rye.   It seems that there was a bottle that was passed around earlier and Dog had been sure to get his fair share. Then a little while later someone noticed that they hadn't seen Dog in awhile. We began to search for him but didn't have any luck finding him. A couple of hours later he showed back up. It seems he had wandered off into the woods and passed out. He was none the worse for wear except a few days later he was raising hell about all the "redbug" (Chigger, to you Yankee boys ) bites he had all over him .

Dog has an appreciation for the finer things in life . The first year we went to Party Naked he told me in an excited voice that we could go to Eureka Springs to the Crescent Hotel.  I didn't have a clue why, but after we got there and went up in the elevator to the roof top bar and ordered a drink I saw why. The view was great and Dog's appreciation of it rubbed off on me.  I could see why he enjoyed it up there. He had been there many times,  before he was a Boozefighter, but one of the stories he told me about one of his visit's made me think he was a Boozefighter even before he had heard of them. It seems on one of his trips to Arkansas he had a small bottle of Bourbon with him. Now  to some a small bottle could mean a 5th, but there was some left in the bottom and it was raining so he finished it off and put on his rain suit and had headed out. After the rain stopped it got hot and the bourbon began to work on him.   It wasn't long before he caught the attention of a sheriff's deputy who pulled him over. Dog said it didn't help his case when he fell off the bike and it fell over.   But the officer said he had been following Dog for a while and he asked if he knew what he could charge him with. Dog said "no, but I have a good idea".   The officer said he would charge him with open container and take him in for a while to sleep it off. After about 4 hours and meeting the Mayor and the Sheriff   Dog returned to his bike and went on his merry way. Only this time a little less merry than he was before the cop pulled him over. As he told me this story his wife's eyes got really big and she said "you never told me this".  Dog looked at her and said "ah, that was over 10 yrs ago"  and  then added, " there are some things I've kept from you for your own good, so you wouldn't worry". If that doesn't bring to mind some of the actions of the "Original Wild Ones" I don't know what will. Dog is a true Boozefighter and I am proud to call him my Brother. 

During the early days of the Alabama / Mississippi COC formation, Dog and I rode to the second meeting together.  We left out of Oxford where we both lived and headed toward Meridian where the 2nd COC meeting was to be held.  Well Dog, being a true Boozefighter, loved to stop at every single roadhouse along the way, so we left early and began the adventure.  We made it to the meeting in one piece although a bit "hydrated" and as usual the COC meeting ran long and it was late afternoon when we started back.  In the meantime, a storm front was moving through southern Arkansas and heading toward northwest Mississippi (check the map, notice Oxford is in northwest MS).  In spite of the storm we "needed" to stop at a few watering holes along the way.  Anyway, we were heading through Grenada when we got the weather report of severe thunder storms approaching Coffeeville and Water Valley (cities along the way between Grenada and Oxford).  As we came through Coffeeville (right by the high school) the bottom dropped out of the sky.  It was raining and thunder was clapping.  We were getting drenched.  We rode north on Hwy 7 until the rain was so bad we could not see two feet in front of us, so Dog decided that we should make a right on to a road that he thought would take us into the actual town of Water Valley.  Unfortunately, Dog was mistaken as to which road we were on and we ended up on a dirt road.  We decided to do a U-Turn when all of a sudden Dog was in the mud and OOPS there he went... on his side, back. etc...  rolling in the mud ~ no damage to him or his bike.  He was covered and the rain was ruthless, his bike was covered in mud.  I was laughing so hard I thought my sides were going to split.  For about 6 months Dog was finding mud during his "daily" wipe down of the bike.  We both shared a few laughs over it and even joked between us that his name should be "Mud Puppy".  Absolutely, awesome.

 

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