Reply #7: Here's my rooster story

[Siwsan]

Many years ago, my grandfather raised "fighting" roosters. He had one prize rooster that had, apparently, won him a nice amount of money. (As an aside and disclaimer, I do not, in any sense of the word, condone this sort of activity. This was during the depression and people had a different outlook on such activities.)

Anyway, he had been training the rooster, and had not yet taken off its spurs. The rooster was in the yard, as was my grandmother, who bent over to do something. Apparently, her hind end was too tempting of a target for the rooster, who sprang into action and sank his spurs into her butt.

She grabbed the rooster, wrang its neck and they feasted on roasted rooster, that night. That was the end of grandpa's rooster fighting career.