Category Archives: Ohio Fox

When roosters fight there’s so many rounds. And there’s a referee there. And they go for so much time and then they break them up. And mostly they’ll fight until one of them dies. And the referees will break it … Continue reading →

The first time we went to a fight we entered our own roosters. This particular fight was off of a dirt road; it was Number 12 Holler’ (Hollow). It was in the middle of nowhere, there was two or three … Continue reading →

Bob would cut the crown off of the roosters. You cut it off because if you left it on the other roosters thought it would be a target. They would use it to pull the rooster down. You take it … Continue reading →

BREEDING AND RAISING Bob’s uncle George raised fighting cocks. He lived just up the street from us. That’s where we first got our roosters from and that’s how we first got started. He would tell Bob this is a good … Continue reading →

We Raised Fightin’ Gamecocks You ain’t seen nothing until you seen a cockfight! It’s fast as lightnin’. You tie your razor blades under the rooster’s leg right at his spur, and you gotta hold that rooster just right or he’ll … Continue reading →

The cops they start questioning me cause somebody had stole the safe and they thought I might have had somethin’ to do with it. “Do you know anyone that would’ve taken the safe?” and this and that. And I said … Continue reading →

His name was JJ. His whole family was like fighters of the town of Wellston, Ohio. His brother Tommy, his sister Karen, and their mom was all fighters. They was street fighters. My mom and his mom have fought – … Continue reading →