http://www.theregister.co.uk/2011/01/21/man_bird_death/
Blade-enhanced battle-beast missing, presumed stolen.
A Bengali man has reportedly suffered a gruesome demise after he pushed his metal-enhanced cock that bit too far.
Singrai Soren, a trainer of fighting roosters, was killed in Mohanpur in West Bengal after one of his birds apparently turned on him, the
Daily Mail soberly relates.
According to a friend, Soren forced the cockerel - whose legs were tooled up with razor blades - back into the ring to fight as it repeatedly tried to get away.
"This upset it, and it attacked Soren," said the friend.
The man's throat was slit in the struggle. The whereabouts of the killer cock are unknown, but it is thought that another trainer has bagged it. The bird had won four fights prior to its deadly attack.
Police are looking for the black and red feathered beast.
Comments
My father told me to take a step back, let it land at my feet and give it a tap with my boot to show it who was boss. I opened the door to the coup, jumped backwards, ran forwards and punted it clean in the chest. It kinda fell overmaking strange noises.
I got my Father as I was worried about it. I had caved its chest in and he had to break its neck.
Oops.
Once he was back at the camper and all patched up and calmed down we started making fun of him for getting beat up by a chicken. This pissed the little kid off to the point where my Dad had to drag him back in the camper as he was intent on going back and beating the rooster with a stick he had picked up.
Being in a cockfight is like pokemon. Take out the hyper beams and add real death and real blood.
My Father allways removed the spurs from any cockeral chicks he planned on keeping. I think all of the guys with allotments did - it might have been a rule I think. I seem to remeber people using heat, cutters and chemicals to do it.
Some stupid woman did bring a cockeral from somewhere else - she thought she knew about hens, but insisted they needed a cock to lay (fail). When it went for her it got out of the coup and went on the rampage across the allotments for a week or so.
My Father, being the youngest of the men on the allotments (most were in their 60's) said he would catch and kill it. He did, but not before it opened his legs up pretty good. I remember it being the first time I saw lots of blood come out of him - I was 3 or 4, but I was not scared by it - he laughed it off - probably so I was not scared of cockerals. Superficial wounds, but lots of blood.
The woman quit her allotment a few weeks later. The dumb bitch.