05/14/2026
When I was still in high school, there was an old man lived around cl, se and he had game roosters. I went by often and he was always very nice. One day I went by and all the chickens were gone except a few stags and pullets he said I could catch and have. He had just got old and down and couldn't do it anymore. I asked how they were bred and he said they are St.Roman Tarters. Yes that's what he said I'd never heard of them and very little since. Well I got them all trimmed and healed up and back then us few guys that had roosters we all got together for hacks Well my little Tarters were unbeatable I think I used 6 of them and never got close to losing one. Man I thought I'd discovered the next great thing I was so proud and a little c**ky I guess. So they are two now and I'm ready for the big time.
I'd saved money all summer and I entered my first 4 C**k. So I got them ready and headed out for glory I knew was just 4 pittings away. First one just did what they always did. He knocked his opponent down fast but took forever to finish.
Next came out great and really got into a ole Hatch c**k I though we got him good, but nothing really happened but that Hatch got mad. Well I think you guys have figured how this is about to go. All down hill and being young I hadn't attended the other roosters all day. Well we get called again and as soon as I open the box I knew something was wrong.
When I caught it, it was like grabbing a c**n. Then in the drop pen he completely hacks up he starts singing like hen with that ole skinny neck. So that was how that went. Do any of you have a similar story. Please like, share and comment. Thanks.