I went to my first cock-fight when I was 16. It was at a friends house whose family raised fighting cocks. They were about to have a fight and asked if I wanted to bet. I had some easy drug money I had so I said sure. I bet $20 on a young inexperienced rooster against an older veteran. After the very first exchange my cock's spur had opened a fatal, but slow-acting wound. A few more exchanges followed. In cock fighting every time the birds separate, they are held again by their handlers who ruffle their feathers and often spray water or other liquids at the birds underside. Anyway after each reset both cocks are brought beak to beak and they must both peck each other to show they are "game" then they are released. If one doesn't peck it is regarded as quitting, it is called "ocking". So my bird quit while the other one, who was fatally wounded lay dying.
Looking at the other dead bird, I asked for my money. They proceeded to explain the minutae of cock-fighting rules, that since my bird hadn't responded to the other cocks agression during one of the resets, my bird lost irredgardless of the other bird being dead by now.
My last and only cockfight.
Looking at the other dead bird, I asked for my money. They proceeded to explain the minutae of cock-fighting rules, that since my bird hadn't responded to the other cocks agression during one of the resets, my bird lost irredgardless of the other bird being dead by now.
My last and only cockfight.