-Brad_in_IL
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I've still got a scar on my leg where my Uncle Pete's prize bird Topper nailed me when I walked too close to where he was staked out, and that was from his natural spurs. Yup, it made such an impression on me that I can still remember that damned bird's name after 50 years.
What really pissed me off was the way Pete came running out of the house - not to make sure I was all right but to make sure Topper wasn't hurt when I kicked that motherfucker.
When we headed out to look at Art's game chickens, (they are beautiful chickens) we were always admonished not to open any of the cages. We also got to ride Leaping Lena. It was a bicycle with a seat went up-n-down and the handle bars moved in-n-out as you pedaled it.
ReplyDeleteAlternate headline: Cop Killed By Angry Cock Blow
ReplyDeleteMy Daddy took me to several cock fights when I was 11 - 12 or so. And later when I had wheels and a license I would take some of the school boys down to the river to see the fights. Most of the kids I took would either throw-up or get all angry about it. This was in the early 60's before boys were being emasculated by the schools.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't care less, fighting rooters are not good for anything else, so if someone could make money from fighting one, so be it. The cops would raid the place about once a year, but the rest of the time it was even safe enough for some teens to hang around there.
Priorities, ya know?
ReplyDeleteDieing to save a child? Noble. Dieing over a cockfight? Plain stupidity.
ReplyDeleteI don't agree with cockfighting, but it's what the birds do naturally.
I bet he tasted good.
ReplyDeleteThe sort of revenge that is best served hot.
Who would cannibalize a cop?
DeleteWent through a breeder's pens once. Outright mean, nasty birds lol. I miss the fights that were legal in Louisiana until about 1999 or so.
ReplyDeleteNeighbor breeds fighting birds.
ReplyDeleteVery well known guy in those circles.
He pens the birds on 4' deep straw.
Tosses in the feed and they gotta dig down to get it.
Apparently it makes for powerful legs.
My old neighbor had a rooster that was full of himself. Ran off anybody that got to close including his owner. Poor guy had to carry a broom in his own back yard to protect his self. The bird made the mistake of getting all high and mighty with me with me when my Lab was there.
ReplyDeleteSid, FETCH! Dog brought back a rather pissed of rooster. Drop, and and I flung the bird about 10 feet.
Sid, FETCH! Dog chased down the rooster and brought him back. This time when I released the bird he headed for home.
Sid FETCH! Lab chased the bird back to his own yard on the far side of the neighbors pond. Dog grabbed the rooster and swam across the pond and brought him back. Sid dropped the bird on command and it ran back home.
The 95 pound dog was used to retrieving wounded Canada geese so the poor rooster was just out classed. After that the bird ran for the roost if we were out for a walk,
My grandfather was into the chickens.
ReplyDeleteHe had a pretty decent yard, crossesq of Roundhead / Hatch with a couple Claret hens to tighten up the hitting abilities of his money birds. Obviously they won more than lost because they paid his bills for many years. I have many great memories of going to the weekend derbies with him and his roosters.
JD
Former colleague took a .357 to her rooster after it started attacking her whenever she went to feed the hens. She said it made a big mess.
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I'm always kind to animals. I'll go out of my way for any living thing. Tears in my eyes when I hunt or butcher meat. But I'll drop-kick a rooster without qualms at the first sign of aggression.
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