They were everywhere in Eunice. Backyard pens filled with some of the most beautiful fowl I'd ever seen. I thought they were turkeys being raised for Thanksgiving dinners. Their long brightly colored feathers and red combs looked different from traditional turkeys. Their colors were almost florescent, like a peacock. And they crowed every morning. Looks like a rooster, walks like a rooster, sounds like a rooster? Must be a rooster! Of course there were hens, too. Got to have a mate. Funny, nobody talked about them much. They seemed to be around just for pets. But were they?

I found out later they were exotic pets, Yes! Nobody ate them for Thanksgiving dinner and they only came out of the cages on certain occasions, usually Saturday night. Then I heard about fighting cocks. Fighting cocks? Yes, people actually raised them for sport. Big time sport! They had funny names like "Killer", "Roja" and "Bugger".  Strange how they proliferated. And the mortality rate seemed high. Here today-gone tomorrow. What's going on here? And what was that funny little non-descript building for? Grown men blowing on the back of their necks, putting on gaffs, what's this?

How did this activity get started in Eunice? Did money change hands?  I never found out for sure, so I just assumed Eunice to be the game cock growing capital of the world.  Cock-a-doodle-doo!

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Annie Bertrand:  We don't hear from you for awhile, then you come out with a GOOD one!...........I've come to the conclusion that turkeys don't have much of a chance in Eunice.....LOL

Bev Harvey:  Glenn, I am sure that none of you guys would have participated in such a distasteful activity. I will try hard not to think about this story, or the infamous story of the turkeys on the roof of the Eunice post office, when I sit down to eat on Thursday.

Glenn:  Try one of those fake veggie turkey burgers and spare a poor turkey's life. So who feels sorry for the veggies?

Lynda:  Hehehehehe !!!!