Al, when I was about 12 years old, Dad had a white leghorn rooster that he was real proud of. That rooster had a long set of spurs and everytime I started to the barn, he'd attack me. Dad thought that was funny, but I didn't. So Dad told me when the rooster jumps at you with those feet up to get those spurs forward, just grab him by the legs and dip him in the cows water trough and you can break him of that. So I did that; just dipped him into the water and threw him and he took off. But the next day here he came again. So that time I dipped him in the water and held him under and watched the bubbles awhile and when I threw him, he just landed in a heap, then started flopping around like his head had been cut off and scared the daylights out of me because I knew Dad would nearly beat me to death for killing his rooster. Sure was glad when that rascal recovered enough to get on his feet and stagger off. And it worked. He recovered, but he didn't mess with me anymore./w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif
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