My paternal grandfather lived in a very small community in northeastern Arkansas. He farmed, raised beagle hounds and game cocks. His roosters were very aggressive, I was afraid when I fed them. Once in a while he would put little "boxing gloves" (he called them duffs) on the spurs of the roosters and would let them fight. It was very intense and fascinating to watch. He never took his roosters to cock fights, but sometimes some guys from Memphis would come over and buy one of Grandpa's prize birds for big bucks.

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