Posted on 02/07/2011 9:57:16 PM PST by Lmo56
DELANO (AP) A California man attending a cockfight has died after being stabbed in the leg by a bird that had a knife attached to its own limb.
(Excerpt) Read more at losangeles.cbslocal.com ...
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Rooster Kills Man Attending Cockfight
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As a teenager in north-central Oklahoma, I now recall a small “ranch”
of fighting cocks just south of Blackwell, Oklahoma.
I never attended a cock-fight.
But I was criticized after mentioning this after a “cock-fighting” article
was mentioned on FR.
But did a little gloating when a post of a news article documenting
the prevelance of cock-fighting in NEW YORK was posted on FR.
I’m against the practice.
But apparently it’s not just the past-time of illiterate Okies.
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A California man attending a cockfight has died after being stabbed in
the leg by a bird that had a knife attached to its own limb.
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As they said in “Band of Brothers” when the poor soul accidentally
shot his leg with a war-souvenier Luger...
when your big leg artery is hit, you are just about done for.
Looks like the chicken got his revenge!!!
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Probably illegal. Bringing the bloodsports to America that Americans previously
banned for their unnecessary cruelty.
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I don’t know about California (even though I lived there during 1995-2005).
But the good folks of my native Oklahoma had to pass a vote to ban the
practice in Oklahoma about a decade ago.
All I can think is that it was a “thrill” in the days before TV
and talk radio.
Not an excuse...just an observation.
Don’t take a knife to a bird fight.
Dave Dudley Rooster Hill lyrics By Ronnie Rogers Last saturday night on rooster hill I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills Came home with my champion cock cut all to pieces Some home made shine made my vision blur And I carelessly tied up a pair of spurs Last saturday night on rooster hill I pick Cortez up off the ground Neck was floppin' he wasn't makin' a sound Left leg was missing and he was barely breathin' I dropped him down in paper sack And told old Charlie I'd be coming back Next saturday night on rooster hill So I took Cortez home and laid him in his cage He was up and about in a couple of days Hopin' round and crowing loud revenge I feed him steak the rest of the week He'd just rip it apart with his angry beak Got to snapin' the cage wired like a pair of pliers Look out cortez is coming back And he wont be in no paper sack He's healed and he's fired up For rooster hill Well saturday night rolled around again And i tucked cortez into his portable pin And we headed on up to check out the secluded hill When we arrived the bones was already rollin And you could hear Charlie's big bad gray a crowing And sure enough it's saturday night on rooster hill We scaled them up and Cortez was light And I said that's alright let old one leg fight And Charlie gave three to one odds one his big bad gray We faced them off and Cortez knew He was looking at the bird that spurred and chewed him half away last week On rooster hill We set 'em down to let 'em scratch And it took all I had to hold Cortez back He dug a hole deep enough to bury the big gray Charlie look at me and said a grand to five I said Charlie you're on let them feathers fly It's saturday night On rooster hill Look out cortez is coming back And he wont be in no paper sack He's healed and he's fired up For rooster hill Earl gives a count and hollers pit And cortez flies up to make one fatale hit And Charlie kicks his big bad gray in the gully He slowly peels off ten big bills And I say Charlie old buddy I know how it feels This aint my first trip to rooster hill It's sunday morning back here on the farm Things are quiet except around the barn It's sunrise and I'm cookin' Cortez a t-bone All the bars are closed and the only action Is my champion cock crowing satisfaction And me a count'n my take... On Rooster hill
Justice was served. Just like when the bull kills the matador.
“Tamale!”
Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah, hey yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain’t gonna die
No, no, no, ya know he ain’t gonna die
-Alice in Chains
In the early 70’s, I drove a female friend to eastern Oklahoma (I was on my way to Illinois) so she could visit her family....her Dad raised fighting cocks, and he gave me a tutorial on the birds and equipment. Really interesting stuff.
Dang, I like that. Gonna look it up Ronnie Rogers right now...
Thanks.
I meant the guy who was killed was an illegal alien.
After seeing his name I would be 99.99% sure he was.
Very catchy tune, but I haven't been able to find a free audio of it yet.
It is available here.
Let’s hope the turd didn’t reproduce.
Thanks.
That’ll be stuck in my head all night, now.
:-P
You’re well aware of my own personal theory about “men” who stage animal fights so I’m gonna assume he wasn’t capable.
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