Cold, Cock!
Jose Luis Ochoa.
Probably illegal. Bringing the bloodsports to America that Americans previously banned for their unnecessary cruelty.
Cockfighting is one of the stupidest, dumbest, basest things man ever devised for perverted ‘pleasure’.
No warming the cockles of your heart!
A few days ago, I saw an episode of “1000 Ways To Die” and a man was killed by his rooster in the same way this guy was: by the sharp objects he attached to the bird’s back claw so he could win. The crowd found out and were going after him but somehow, the bird got the guy in the jugular with those “knives” when it got spooked.
What goes around, comes around.
Talk about Justice.
Karmic comedy ping.
so who is the pinhead in this case? Bill O’Reilly should take a poll,,,,Rooster,,,Pinhead or Patriot?
Again! This is the fourth time in the week.
shoulda stayed with gaffes
but noooooooo...everyone likes quick fights...more betting
neved much cared for anything other than old school gaff for cock fighting
(sniff...sniff) I love happy endings..
(sniff..)
Knives like this one must deliver a really serious bite.

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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!!!
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!”