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| "Want to hear a funny story? I used to tell it to my kids all the time they got the biggest kick out of it. My father had a prize Game cock rooster, and he used to train him in the cow barn - he had a little bench and he’d make him run back and forth and get him in condition, and people used to come up from Troy and Albany and they’d go out behind the grainery and bring a Game cock and bet money that they could beat my father's. Well, they never did, and he'd won about 20 fights with him and I remember I’d see him take out twenty dollar bills and bet. Well, I used to fish, I had a telescopic metal pole with a reel in front of the wooden handle, and I'd fish all the way down to the Old Farmer's Inn in New York, that’s Brown's Brook, I'd fish and then I'd walk up in the evening back home, I was ten, eleven years old, twelve years old, and I loved to fish Brown’s Brook, there were a lot of trout in that brook. | |
| So, I’m coming up the driveway and I have this pet Barred Rock rooster, they're big chickens, gray, feathers, white spotted-like, and my dad's Game cock had gotten out and he was beating my chicken to death, he was ready to keel over any minute, these Game cock are ferocious fighters, and he kept beating him, and I walked up and before I even thought I had the end of the pole and I swung and I hit the Game cock right behind the head and the Game cock went right over on his back, and he was stone dead. "Oh my God, what am I going to do?" I said, "what am I going to do?" Well, I didn’t do anything, I couldn’t. I just walked away from them left them both right there, that Barred Rock rooster was just about dead. So I went to bed and I woke up the next morning and my dad came up from milking, hollering, talking about it, he says, 'I cant believe that, Sonny's Barred Rock rooster killed my champion Game cock, I can't believe it!" Well, I didn’t say nothing to nobody. |
A Barred Rock Rooster |
