Thứ Sáu, 10 tháng 1, 2020

BREEDING THE GAMECOCK BY HARRY PARR

A DISCUSSION OF BREEDING METHODS  IN PLAIN LANGUAGE

FORWARD
In 1962 Harry Parr answered the long standing chal lenge of Curtis Blackwell to fight a main. It was billed as the main of the decade and fought in St. Augustine, Florida prior to the tournament. Harry was described in one of the publications as l a serious breeder from Maryl and". When he upset the odds with a 7-3 win people real ized just how serious he was.
Harry has been a member of the Claymore Club since 1957. This group holds a short heel stag tournament each spring. In 1966 Harry retired the prestigious chal lenge  cup by wi nning it for the third time.
The Barnes Cup was inaugurated in 1979. This is the largest cock tournament in the country today and is open to the first twelve forfeits. It regularly attracts entries from eight or more different states and is fought in memory of J. Norris Barnes Or. The trophy was donated by his family. Harry has fought in that event since it's inception and retired a cup by winning it for the third time in 1983.
The reason I mention the foregoing is to demonstrate that Harry has not just come from nowhere to write his thoughts on breeding. He breeds what he fights and he has been successful at it over a period of time, His methods are proven.  
This work is written in plain language by someone who knows the subject. It is something that has been needed for a long time. When Harry saw that his friend Hugh Norman, was not going to be able to produce it, he went. ahead to fill the need. If a breeder cannot get something out of this book, and indeed keep it for reference, I will be surprised.
PREFACE
This paper is being prepared in the hope that it will be useful to the breeder of game fowl who is not familiar with the subject of breeding. In no way should it be considered a treatise on the subject and may in fact be technically in error in some instances. This is because I have omitted all of the terms used in genetics and sometimes plain language is an insufficient substitute. It may be likened to translating a book from one language to another. I have undertaken this project at the urging of friends who insist it, is needed. I am sure there are many others more qulified to deal with the subject, but so far they have not come forward. If certain people is interests are provoked to research this subject in more depth i will be pleased, for there is much more out there and still much to be learned. However, is sufficient in answering some questions and provides some focus for the practical breeder, I will also be pleased.
INTRODUCTION
Over the years in discussions with people on the subject of breeding, I have been impressed that so few possess the knowledge of even the basic principles. It dawned on me that the probable reason was the lack of material that could be readi ly understood by the layman, Most books on the subject immedi ately confront the reader with words such as "heterozygous" and the like. It is not long before the person seeking practical breeding knowledge rather than a degree in genetics gives up in frustration. With this in mind,  attempt to provide a base of information on which to build a breeding practice.
Webster's New World Dictionary defines a gamecock  as 'E a specially bred rooster trained for cock fighting" When a chick is hatched it possesses an of the characteristics it will ever have. No amount of training can alter them. Certainly, man can make them scary and wild. He can turn some into man fighters. He can even teach them tricks, but he cahlt train them how to fight. The fighting characteristics are all inherited. At 'this point it might be well to say there are no breeding formulas for success. No pre-conceived steps that will ultimately produce superior individuals. It is fun to speculate and draw up a plan from which you anticipate producing the perfect fighting cocks; however, one must always guard against falling into a trap. Each mating must be evaluated before going on with your plan. As an example, I got a trio of Blue fowl which were supposedly wonderful cutters. They were very well made with beautiful plumage. I had a family of Clarets which were likewise well made, smart fighters and superior cutters, but when I got them they were small and highly inbred, (more on this subject later). Now, I thought if I breed these two together, through the larger blues and hybrid I will get nice sized pullets with bloodlines that can fight and cut. Then I will put a Hatch cock over them and not only get cocks that can fight and cut,  but will have power and bottom, Logical? Why not? So, I went ahead with my plan and the results were a disaster. 
The stags couldn't cut their way out of a paper bag. They were uniformally terrible. Where had I gone wrong? I went back and fought some offspring of the Blue-Claret cross and they couldn't cut at all. If I had done this before going on with the third step in my plan, the Hatch mating, I would have saved a lot of time, expense,  and disappointment. So while the plan for the ultimate   is important, it is equally as important to  evaluate each mating to make sure you are on the right track, My theory was sound and has worked well past with different families. As I say there is no blueprint to success.
Recently a friend of mines who is a cattle broker, came to my place with the owner of a large herd of Holstein cattle. My friend has been in the cattle business all his life, as was his father. He probably knows the whereabouts of every top dairy cow and bull in the country, not to mention every top herd whether it be Holstein, Guernsey, Jersey or whatever. He ought to. 
It is his business, and he is very good at it. He will put together a herd for you, help you upgrade your present one, advise you in general, or get top dollar for your herd if you wish to di spose of it. Yet he brought this man to my place and asked me to discuss breeding plans with him. Now there are Certain truisms with breeding that apply to chickens, sheep, cattle, etc., but what I know about breeding cattle you could put into a thimble. Although we had a nice visit, I am sure the Holstein man didn't come out with much. The point is there is just no formula for reaching your desired goals.
Breeding game fowl may be the most challenging of  all breeding endeavors. After all we are trying to breed a complete athlete. A fighting cock must be a) quick b) smart c) durable d) game and possess e) cutting ability f) good conformation g) sound plumage h) power i) good eyesight. All of these qualities are, of course, comparative. Some people believe a good cock will win in any length heel or even knife, a belief I cannot subscribe to. The priorities of this list of talent should be dictated by the type heel with which you want  to specialize. Therefore we get down to the type fowl you want to select to begin with and how to go from  there.
Everyone is familiar with the terms a) cross bred fowl b) strains c) pure bred families d) battle cocks. To be Sure the reader is with me when these terms I':are  I would like to set forth my definition of each.
a. Cross Bred Fowl. Chickens produced by breeders  which are constantly changing with the introduction of  new blood. This is by far the most popular method used to produce game fowl. I liken it to a chef creating a new dish. It goes something like this. Mr. Cross Bred Breeder has just cleaned house for whatever reason (chickens started to quit, dogs killed most of the brood yard, etc.). He keeps one old Whitehackle hen, and has some stags out on walks. Mr. C.B. B. has been reading in the journals that a certain breeder has been doing well with his Atomic Greys. This breeder also has an ad stating he will part with a few Trios for X number of dollars. if you can't quite afford these super chickens, he al so has half dozen other breeds for sale. Mr. C.B. B. decides to shoot the whole nickel and is soon in possession of a trio of Atomic Greys. Now keep in mind the Atomic Greys are themselves crosses, being the unlikely mating of an ace brown red cock purchased at a brush fight, over Some fairly closely bred grey hens. The cock of the trio is a four year old winner of five fights. The hens being out of the same mating are sisters to the cock. Mr. C.B. B. breeds this trio and also breeds the Whitehackle hen he kept. One of the stags he had on a walk (now a cock) was a flashy winner of three fights, so he breeds him to the pul lets produced from his Atomic Grey Trio. The old Whitehackle hen, which has since died produced six pretty good stags. He is sentimental about the old hen and wanting to keep the blood, he breeds the best one, which is now a cock, and of course half Atomic Grey, to the produce of the three time winner stag he had kept and the pullets from the Atomic Grey Trio. Along the way he has bought out of the pit a cock which won a long uphill battle. The owner said he was a pure Allen Roundhead. Mr. C. B. B. thinks he could use a little more bottom, so he breeds him to some pullets and hens of hi s various matings to see which works out the best. And so it goes, year after year adding this, trying that, in a rather hap-hazard manner.
The problem with this kind of breeding is lack of consistency. Occasionally, you may find a  breeding together of a cock and hen(s) which produces superior fowl. When one or the other dies, though, the offspring will not carry on.
Cross-bred fowl are hybrids, and hybrids cannot be bred together with any expectations of consistency. I liken it to a kaleidoscope. When you turn a kaleidoscope you get a different pattern every time. When you breed hybrid to hybrid, the genes mix in a different combination, so that you get aces, duds, and everything in between.
b. Strains The name given to fowl by the person or persons who developed and fought them. Usually produced by the breeding of two or more families which are then inbred enough to set uniformity, not uncommonly containing new blood of similar type fowl from time to time.
I think a good example would be what are widely known today as Kelso's. These were originated in Texas by Walter Kelso from largely Madigin type fowl, and fought by him under the banner of Oleander Club. While not  sensational, they more than held their own over a period of years, and were quite uniform in both appearance and  fighting style.
Another good example would be the late Tom Murphy who bred his strain on a large estate in New York. Over the years Mr. Murphy compiled a respectable record in the toughest pits in the Northeast fighting in inch-and-a-quarter heels. Most of the fighting then was mains and tournaments. In the late thirties he and Mr. Hatch branched out to fight in the long heel tournments in  Florida. His cocks too were uniform in looks and style in the case of the latter, he began exchanging fowl with Mr. Kelso, in an effort to add some speed. Mr. Murphy was extremely secretive about his breeding, and I doubt that anyone but he really knew what they were. He was not above asking for, and generally getting a cock he liked, but aside from Frank Shy, and later Walter very few people got any of his fowl. When questioned about the breeding, Mr. Murphy would maintain his chickens were just the same as always. They certainly always looked the same, because he would not fight a cock as his, unless it was a black breasted red with a single comb and yellow legs. In part, this was accomplished by him roaming his estate and disposing of any exceptions with a 22 rifle. The thinking here is  that over the years many crosses wre tried and those which showed to advantage were kept and those that didn't were destroyed. Also, the tried and true family was probably kept pure so as to have something to fall back on if trouble cropped up.
c . Pure Bred Families. A family of fowl, usually the refinement of a strain, which has been in-bred by an individual long enough so that they are reproducing uniformly in all characteristics. A friend of mine, now deceased, for years family of Whitehackles. They all came stright combed, spangled, yellow and white legged. They were all well built and typically ranged in weight from 4:06 to 5:06. Having been bred for inch and a quarter heel- fighting, were heads up, single stroke cocks and very good cutters. Although they were extremely game, they did lack power and constitiution, and could not win a majority in first class competition. He kept them pure however, until the day he died, and used them to cross with other fowl in order to produce battle cocks. The lesson here is he knew what he had and he kept it. He was in a positon then to concentrate his efforts in the direction of trying to fortify their weak points.
d. Battle fowl, Battle cocks. Fowl produced by crossing pure bred families for the purpose of producing cocks for the pit. I suppose the most famous examples were bred by Mr. E.W. Law and Mr. C.C. Cooke being the Law Greys (Claret cock over Regul ar Grey hens ), Clippers (Albany cock over Claret hens), and Hatch Clarets (Hatch cock over Claret hens). The cross can be taken further by breeding to a third family, and another step further by taking that offspring and going back- to one of the  original three families. Anything over that will put us in the category of Cross Bred Fowl and will result in the loss of consistency.
PART 1 
INBREEDING 
 Some people have an incredible horror of  inbreeding and I admit that if one does not have a purpose in mind and exercise sound judgement it is a practice to be avoided. Inbreeding of animals by an individual, makes that individual responsible for what mature would take care of almost flawlessly. Chickens in the wild, indeed the foundation of of todays game fowl were inbred naturally. The theme of course was survival of the fittest. A cock crows to stake out his territory, the same as a dog urinates on plants to make claim to its territory. In the wild, a cock within ear shot of another cock's crow, would not invade that territory unless he wanted to challenge for its ownership. To  re-create a scenario that happened thousands of times  centuries ago, let' s say we put a two year old cock and six two year old hens in the wild with woods, fields arid streams affording shelter, grain, fruit, insects, Seeds etc. The first year each hen raises with one brooding, three stags and three pullets (remember this -is ih' the  In the Fall of the year we now have eighteen stags and eighteen pullets. As the stags come to  themselves a pecking order will be established under the cock, then the more mature stags will move off with the instinct to establish a territory of their own. Some pullets will go with them, but not many, because at this time of the year, although the stags are becoming sexually active, the pullets want no part of it, and will tend to stay with the cock and hens. Let us assume six of the stags are successful in going off to find their own territory and each has lured two pullets to accompany him. Let us also assume that six pullets have survived and have stayed with 'the cock and hens. Now, come Spring, we have two breeding situations. Cock will mate with the original hens and al so his daughters. 2) The stags will mate with their sisters. If the same secenario is repeated through the following year, we have 1) the old cock mating with a) original  b) daughters c) grand-daughters 2) the stags mating with a) sisters b) pullets out of sisters. Come the original cock is now four years old and showing some age. He is successful though,  off all of the stags. However, when Spring arrives he is met with a challenge. A strapping two year old cock has survived somewhere out there by himself. He is the produce of one of the first of the six stags and one of his daughters (keep in mind that her mother was the stag's sister) Although he can hear the old cock crow, he is determined to go in and challenge for the territory. The old cock puts up a desperate fight, but is no match for the two year old who now inherits his harem. What will he breed to this Spring?  surviving original hens (his grandmother or her sisters) 2) sisters to his sire 3) hens out of them by his grand sire 4) pullets produced by #3 hens also by his grand
As previously stated the key to this natural breeding is survival of the fittest. Only the smartest, stTongest and most aggressive fowl lived for long in this most competitve environment, If a mating produced anything less, they were quickly eliminated.  
Following this process, ultimately a less related cock or some adventurous pullet would come into the picture, but this new blood would soon be watered down in this breeding process or completely eliminated if the progency were not competitive.  
Hopefully this illustration will demonstrate the fact that inbreeding is a perfectly natural practice and allow some critics to open there minds to its Use. 
First let us examine what inbreeding does and why it establishes uniformity. The dictionary defines  inbreeding as "to breed by continual mating of individuals of the same or closly related stocks". It  defines inbred as "1) innate or deeply instilled 2) bred  from closly rel ated parents; resulting from bheeding U.  The dictionary defines gene as". any of the units occur ing at specific points on the chromosomes by which heredity characters are transmitted and determined: To over-simplify when we inbreed we cut down on the number  of genes available to produce inherited characteristics.  The more we inbreed, the more we intensify and therefore limit the chances for variance.
There are mahy protests regarding inbreeding and  through the years I think I have heard most of them. Let us examine some of the more popular ones to see if  inbreeding was really to blame. "Inbreeding causes high strung, nervous. even crazy individuals." If you have an individual which tends to be comparatively nervous and high strung and you inbreed to that individual, you will produce more highly nervous and high strung individuals. The fault is not inbreeding perse, it is the breeder. This is a common complaint heard in the world of pure bred dogs. Again it is not inbreeding that is the culprit, it is the breeder. It can happen something like this. Breeder A has become enamoured with showing Cocker Spaniels, and for the first time has made champion with one of his homebreds. The dog is a nervous, high strung individual, and always has been, but with the aid of a little tranquilizer he acts fine in the ring. Breeder A is very proud of his dog and he sees the oppurtunity of sel ting some puppies. Someone has told him he ought to "keep that line" so he breeds his champion to his half sister. By the time the  registration papers get to the new owners of five Cocker Spaniel puppies, the puppies have already established themselves as crazies. They are not very happy with their new aquisitions, but when they at the papers they think they know the answer why. Inbreeding! Certainly they were right, but it was the fault of the breeder, not inbreeding.
How many times have we heard that a strain,  more significantly a family of a strain, has been inbred for years and has retained good qualities, but are now coming small and delicate. I believe there is a logical answer. When selecting individuals to breed most people gravitate to "breedy" or "refined" or "neat” looking specimens. These tend to be on the small side. If one continues to select on this basis, he will set the “breedy” looking type characteristic, and at the same time the reduction of size. Once that is establfished; it is next to impossible to get the size back up again. The way to avoid this pit-fall is to be ever-mindful of it and keep some large, robust individuals in the breeding program.  
As an example, Suppose you rai se an execptional suppose you raised an expectional individual from your inbred family – one  that embodies all the good things you perceive in this family. You want to perpetuate this individual, so you detide to  line breed. Let’s say this is a three year old Cock, and on the smal side. All things being equal, you should select one of his largest sisters for first mating. One of his largest daughters would be bred back to him for the next. One of his largest daughters out of that mating would be used for the next, -etc. 
So that I am not misunderstood as the world size, I do not mean to deliberately keep Coarse, turkey-Iike individuals. Some breeders say they 100k for good bone in a specimen. I am really not quite sure what they mean. The skeletal structure of a Clydesdale horse is great for pulling beer trucks around, but a thoroughbred needs to have light, porous, strong bones to a be a good race horse. I think: the same thing applies to a gamecock.

PART TWO
Gregor Johann Mendel was an Austrian monk and botanist. He lived in the 1800’s and is accepted as the founder of genetics. It is said his interest was first aroused when he crossed dwarf, peas with tall peas expecting to get medium size peas. When instead, he got short, tall and everything in between, he began to investigate.
Webster' s New World Dictionary defines Mendels laws as "the four principles of hereditary phenomena discovered and formulated by Gregor Mendel 1) The laws of independent unit characters, which states that characters such as height, color etc. are inherited separately as units 2) The law of segregation which states that body cells and primordial germ cells contain pairs of such unit characters, and that when gamets are produced, each gamete receives only one member of each such pair 3) The law of dominance, which states that in every individual there is a pair of determining factors (see gene) for each unit character, one from each parent; if these factors are different (heterozygous) the one character (the dominant), appears organism, the other (the recessive) being latent; the recessive character can appear in the organism only when the dominant is absent. Hence in all cross bred generations, unit charaters are shown in varying  combinations, each appearing in a definite proportion of the total number of offspring. 4) the law of independent assortment, which states that any one pair of characters is inherited independently, notwithstanding the simultaneous transmittion of other traits; this principal has been modified by the discovery linkage and pleiotrophy. 
In the breeding of fowl, there are some truisms, which in and of themselves might not seem significance, but which nonetheless can be helpful. They are based on Mendel’s law, inheritance of dominant and recesscive genes. Fowl that are pure in a given dominant characteristic when bred toghether will always reproduce in kind that dominant characteristic. For instance pea comb is dominant over single comb. Therefore if you have a “roundhead” family that is pure for the pea comb characteristic, that family when bred toghether will always produce pea comb offspring.
White leg is dominant over yellow and dark leg (slate or green). It follow that if you have white legged offspring it is obvious that the cocks or hens or legged fowl that are pure (dominant) for this characteristic when bred toghether they will always produce white legged offspring. Grey colored feathering is dominant over red and white. Red is dominant over white with the exception of white leghores however I dout the reader will find this exceptionpractical use. So we see that fowl which are pure for an inheritable characteristic when bred toghether will always produce this same characteristic. This holds true for pure bred as well as cross bred fowl. 
Now that not mean that if we breed together two white legged individuals, that all of their offspring will come white legged, because if one possesses the recessive gene for yellow some will come yellow legged. If we breed two rounhead and one (or both) have in them the recessive gene for straitght comb, we can expect some to come straitght comb.
Now, let us look at what happens when we breed fowl with recessive characteristics. Chickens possessing the same to breed it. On the other hand I have made no attempt to does perpetuate the white color or to eliminate it. If, when individuals, that all of their offspring breeding two red fowl of this family together, for possess the recessive white gene I am apt to get a white yellow some -will come yellow legged. If we breed two one. Years ago Hugh Norman showed me some white fowl which had been produced in this manner, and which he had intentionally bred together (white to white) so that he had a family all coming white. He said he did it because at the time he had a lot of customers requesting. white fowl. Although they contained plenty of red blood they all bred true to their recessive (white) feathering.  
A friend of mine had for some thirty years a family of Hatch fowl which were very uniform and all came straight combed and yellow legged. I asked him if they had ever shown the roundhead and green legs and he said yes, but that he had observed the single combed yellow legged cocks seemed to be higher headed, smarter fighters. As a result, individuals with these physical traits were invariably picked for the brood yard. Since straight comb is recessive to pea comb, it is obvious that when his last roundhead died, he would never produce another roundhead within the family. On the other hand we know that yel low legs are dominant over green legs. Since after years of breeding yellow leg to yellow leg my friend ceased to produce any green legged specimens, the only explanation is that over the years the yellow legged fovn selected for his matings ceased to contain the recessive gene , for green legs. Yellow legs are dominant over green and when bred together if both parents are pure in the same dominant character, all of the offspring will inherit that dominant character. Interestingly, I have seen two chickens come with one yellow leg and one largely green. I have also seen some yellow legged individuals where the shade was so light as to almost appear white. Some white legged chickens will have tinges of slate color, but: db not be deceived because the laws of inheritance" do not allow for exceptions. In some breeds of fowl, there are incomplete dominant genes, which may mask- inherited characteristics. However, if the breeder is 'critical enough in his observations he should be at) lè to see through the masquerade.  
The discovery of sex linkage was Of monumental economic importance to the poultry industry. OriginalIy it was necessary to breed hybrid crosses to obtain the desired results, but I understand that now some strains have been established so that sex- determination is readily apparent. There are many truisms avai1able to the commercial breeder, some of Which would be of practical use to the breeder of game fowl. I have not intentionally experimented in this area, but through observation have discovered a fact which may be Worth passing on. If a red cock, and I think he should be pure in this characteristic, is bred to a pure grey hen, all of the stags will be grey and all of the pullets will be red.
 Will is Holding once gave me some of his Bruner Roundheads. I bred these for quite a few years and they came quite uniformly black breasted red roundheads with white legs. Every once in a while one would come and invariably it would be a male With yellow legs and straight combed. Willis confitmed that this also occurred ' in his chickens.
In many cases several genes are responsible for black brass-back inherited characteristics. These characteristics are mostly comparative, i.e. body size, cutting ability, power and constitution. It is important that we have this variation for without it we would have no selection, and if we have no selection improvement is impossible. We have already talked about size and how if we allow ourselves to breed down a family it is impossible to breed them up again without introducing outside blood. The same would hold true if you breed large to large within a family. After a period of time if you run out of smaller individuals to select from they will all come large. The key is selection. wise not to over do on any one characteristic.
I have a friend who likes plenty of leg under his chickens. In his words I want them "so that they can eat off the table'l. Fortunately for him he is cross-breeder so things never get out of hand. Were he to be forced to breed within a family it would not be long before he had a flock of storks.
Cutting ability is something needed in abundance. Again it is comparative, but breeding superior cutters is absolutely necessary. The one thing the breeder must do is be careful not to give up too many other good qualities in a concentrated effort to produce cutters.
Power and constitution normally go hand in hand. It is rare to find a hard hitting cock that does not also possess endurance. We know it is a characteristic inherited through several genes and is comparative, but can definitely be produced through the brood pen.
Many years ago a cocker friend of mine had a family of chickens that were pretty decent fighters and cutters, but short on power and constitution. They were game enough and more than held their own in local competition. We fought a couple of mains and met in local derbies. At the time Ted McLean and I were fighting together and we were using Hatch or Hatch crosses exclusively. The strong point of our fowl were power and constitution, so that when we met, if we were in the running after a few pittings, our cocks general ly won. My friend would invariably come up to Ted or myself afterward to comment on our excel lent conditioning.  I don 't know how many times we thanked him, but explained that it was not our conditioning, that the power was bred in them. No matter, he would not accept that explanation and insisted it was our conditioning. I felt sorry for his chicken man as he would berate him for his inability to get their chickens in "condition". He became so obsessed he would supervise their work, insisting they be given more work and another round when sparring. As a result, this did no good and in fact the cocks were worse for it. It was like trying to stretch a Quarter horse out to run a mi le and a half. Training can only sharpen the strong points and cannot be expected to correct the weak ones. The point here is, the brood pen is where features, both good and bad, are established.
I think it is obvious that good dispositions are most desirable in game fowl. This too is a comparative but one that can also be dealt with through inheritance. If chickens cannot easily be handled and conditioned, it makes the job of the breeder much more difficult and indeed impossible to realize the full potential of the fowl. If fowl cannot be readily tamed to become manageable, they will never attain their potential. Through mis-treatment, teasing, lack of knowledge of animals, poor environment, and a host of other reqsons, gamefowl which through inheritance are otherwise normal, can be made to become rogues. Since this is being written on the subject of breeding we will not get into these man-made problems in depth. Suffice it to say the breeder must always be aware that di spositions in animals are inherited, and tolerance of poorly tempered fowl will surely rear its head down the line, especially if any inbreeding takes place. Going back to our thirst for cutting ability, if we have a wonderful cutting cock that is also a borderl ine man fighter it would be a gamble to breed him to his mother, sistep, or any other closely rel ated fowl.
We once had a cock from Henry Bradford whose fowl were much like our family of Hatch. The cock was tame as a kitten ahd we bped him to some Hatch hens. In the Fall we penned some thirty stags. The fol lowing Spring, they were brought into the cock house to be prepared to  Every one was a man fighter. Instead of responding to gentle handling, they got worse. After a week we gave up and put them back in their pen walks. We brought them back i n the fol lowing year to be fought as cocks and if anything, they were worse. When bred to other cocks, the hens, (mothers of these cocks) did not produce man fighters, and I repeat the Bradford cock was very tractable. What caused each of the progeny to be mean? To this day I do not know. Maybe Mother Nature was trying to tell us something.

PART THREE
Basically there are four ways of breeding game fowl. One, by cross-breeding. Two by keeping a strain or strains. Three by breeding two or more closely bred families and four, which goes hand in hand with three, by the crossing of families to produce battle cocks.
The cross-breeder we have defined, is one whose fowl are ever changing. He has good years and bad years. If he admires a cock that he sees fight and the cock is available, he will breed him. If someones chickens are  doing well, he will try to get them. He has no real plan or direction. Like the breeder of thoroughbred horses, his motto is “breed the best to the best and hope for
the best". Thoroughbred horses are hybrids, combining the blood of English, Chinese, Turkish and Arabian horses. They will not tolerate inbreeding so that no strains or families can be established. Predictably then there is no uniformity. There are hundreds of cases where a mare and stallion have produced an outstanding individual, but when the mating was repeated even a number of times, the get was no where near as good. The thoroughbred breeder is stuck. All he can do is breed the best horses he can afford and hope that when the genes get together they will combine in a pattern that will produce a superior individual. In a recent publication an article focused on the performance of yearlings sold through public auction for one million dollars or more. There are many ways you can juggle the figures, but the bottom line is that of those that raced, only approximately thirty percent won a stakes race. This figure is credible too, since we are talking about over 100 individuals. This is certainly higher than the 2.7 percent stakes winners from foals which is the national average, and supports the theory of breeding the best to the best, but it is still a depressingly low success rate.
The cross-bred breeder of game fowl is doing the same thing, breeding hybrid to hybrid. He cannot hope to build uniformity, but unlike the thoroughbred breeder he has alternatives.
Through the years breeders have created strains. They have been established by combining bloodlines to produce what that individual sought most in his effort to create the perfect gamecock. They had to be inbred to "set" the desirable characteristics and continue to be inbred to maintain continuity. When inbreeding is practiced it sets both the good and the bad qualities. Depending on the skill of the breeder, the good qualities will be intensifed while the bad are kept to a minimum or hopefully bred out. Strains can be perpetuated without the addition of outside blood for a great many generations, provided the fowl are well cared for and healthy, and that a sufficent number are kept to provide a good selection. Unless it is absolutely necessary to correct a serious fault, no new blood should be added. I have heard of people adding new blood to "freshen" a strain when it had become "too inbred". This is not at all necessary, and every time you add new blood you add a whole new set of genes with which to contend.
Breeders have their own ideas as to what they want in a gamecock. I won't say there are no two alike, but there is plenty of variance. If you could go back twenty years and give six breeders an old time strain of say Wisconsin Red Shufflers, and have them breed them pure, then go visit their yards today you would probably not believe they were related. Each breeder would have their own "family" of Winconsin Red Shufflers. This could be most beneficical because in addition to not being alike in appearance, they would most certainly not fight alike, having been selectively bred according to each of the breeders differing ideas. Although the fountain head of each of the six families was the original strain of Wisconsin Red Shufflers, because they had been segregated and each bred pure, each would have their own set of differing genes. We can assume each of these families have redeeming features and also some faults. Let us say that breeder number one had fallen into the trap of breeding "breedy" looking chickens. They are good cutters and quick, smart fighters. They are coming rather small in size though, and do not have much bottom or constitution. Breed number two has always like rugged hard hitting cocks, and his family of Shufflers reflects his preferance. Say we cross these two families, and get terrific battle cocks inheriting the good points of both families. Now these terrific battle cocks will also be hybrids. How are we going to be able to keep producing them? By continuing to breed both families pure and crossing them in the same manner. We cannot breed the crosses together as we know they are hybrids. 
A cheap, quick illustration of what happens when we breed hybrid to hybrid can be done as follows. Buy some hybrid seed corn such as Silver Queen which is a white table corn. Plant it and enjoy eating it in the Summer, but keep enough seed to plant the next Spring. The resulting variations will be most apparent. You can do the same with any number of hybrid tomatoes available. Start your plants from seed’held over from the original hybrids and your production will be anything but uniform.
Ted McLean no longer has chickens but he is an avid gardener. He lives close by and we see a lot of each other. Three Summers ago he brought over some tomatoes he thought were great and we concurred, but when asked what they were he said he had no idea. Someone had given him the plant, and they did not know the variety. Anyway, he saved some seeds and grew some the next Summer and the next and all have bred true. They are firm yellowish 1n color and medium in size. He still has not bothered to find out what they are, but they are obviously a pure breed and not a hybrid.
When we crossed Shuffler family number one with Shuffler family number two and got terrific battle cocks we were indeed fortunate. The thought was sound, power and durability with quick smart fighters, but it by no means always works. Sometimes using the cocks of one family over the hens of another produces nothing, but when the sexes are reversed, the offspring is entirely different. Then too, when we crossed family number one and family number two, we might have got chickens we saw had merit, but were not exactly everything we wanted. Maybe we then crossed a cock from family number four over the number one by number two hens and did get great cocks. My point is that one must experiment to find the cross or blend that produces what is desired. I believe an excellent battle cross will produce after culling, eighty percent superior cocks and twenty percent above average. To expect more is probably unrealistic. I have to back off from the man who advertises ninety percent winners.

PART FOUR
By now it must be apparent to the reader my preference for producing cocks for the pit is the crossing and blending of pure bred families. This method is extremely popular with breeders of vegetables, fruits and domestic animals, and their wealth of experience must be respected. The research, experinfents and record keeping on domestic fowl are extensive to say the least. Although we know the breeding of game fowl may very well be the most difficult of all, we cannot ignore reviewing that material available to us. Since this is the only paper I know of which attempts to deal with the subject of breeding, by using common language only, one will have to become familiar with the terminology used by genetecists. If a breeder is serious in his endeavors, I think it is well worth the effort. The similarity of breeding for egg production, and breeding for body cutters may seem remote, but it may also prove to be quite helpful, and certainly thought provoking.
Further research and review of experimental breeding plans will also be helpful in maintaining strains and families. The average game fowl breeder may not at first be interested in what happens when Silver Seabright Bantams are bred brother to sister for ten generations, or what was produced from the third generation cross of Rhode Island Reds and Brown Leghorns. Experiments such as these have been made, indeed were necessary in order to understand some of the laws of inheritance.
I at one time got a trio of Grey fowl from E.W. Law. When I bred them together some came red, so they obviously had in them red blood. After one of the red stags molted, he grew out brown hen feathered plumage. Hen feathering is dominant over cock feathering, was at a loss to know what had happened. If hen feathering was recessive to cock feathering I would have assumed that at some time a "Hennie" had been bred into the Law Greys. But how would that account for the fact that the now Hen-Cock was as a stag cock feathered? After researching my books I found the answer. It has to do with a rare change in a sex hormone. Interestingly. the following year my Hen-Cock grew in cock plumage. Some readers may think 'I so what, all i am interested in is winners". To those I say, the more you know about breeding, the better off you will be in producing winners.
There are inherited characteristics which any carefull breeder can identify i.e. combformation, color of eyes, plumage, and body conformation. These are referred to as "Phenotypes • Equally there are inherited characteristics which are invisible, i.e. cutting ability, power, and fighting style. These are referred to as "Genotypes' Although the latter are comparative, and probably influenced by several sets of genes, the understanding of the "Phenotypes" may at least provide some clues as to the behavior of the 'l Genotypes". Furthur research in this area cannot possibly hurt the ambitious breeder.
Although we have not mentioned the term "prepotency" it is commonly used among breeders and refers to the ability of a strain or an individual to pass on their characteristics. Prepotency is usually connected with inbred specimens. Those are individuals with a concentration of genes which will 'stamp their get Il as is often heard. Although thi s general ly may be the rule, there are numerous instances of hens producing top chickens no matter what they where bred to, and they themselves were not truly inbred. If a breeder is fortunate enough to come up with such an individual he should line breed to it in the hope of retaining that blood. Line breeding is simply inbreeding  individual. In this case, the best son would  be bred back to the outstanding hen. Then the best son of that mating bred back to her. Then the best son of that mating bred back to her etc. Simultaneausly, the pullets from those matings should be bred and the offspring evaluated.
Today's American gamecock can pretty will be placed in one of two categories. The head and neck cutter, and the body cutter. The former is best in short inch and a quarter heels and the latter in long heels. I know very little about knife fighting, but I would think the body cutters would also be best using that weapon. I think inch and a half heels are really a kind of a noman  s Ìand and that both types are able to handle them. No matter, the breeder should take into consideration what type heel he will be using for the most part, and set his sights on the type fowl he wants to breed. The selection of a strain or strains, and the creation of one' s own family within that strain is the route to go. The selection of the breeding stock from generation to generation is the key. Some of the most promising matings turn out to be failures. It is important to recognize them as such, and go back and try something else. When refining a strain into the breeder's own family through inbreeding obscured traits crop up. These can be good and bad. The skill of the breeder is tested by the selections he makes. The goal is to intensify the good qualities and breed out the bad ones, Seldom is this fully attained. If a breeder is successful in establishing within a family three or four really good qual ities while holding their weaknesses to a minimum, he should be satisfied, If then he is able to establish a family with strength in the departments where the other is weak, he may very well, by crossing the two fami lies, produce sol id battle cocks. If he does, the chal lenge then will be to maintain the high level of each family, so that he continues to produce sol id battle cocks generation after generation. I hope the reader is soon confronted with this problem.

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ORIENTAL FIGHTING COCKS

By Andrew P.O’ Conor, 1929
The first fighting fowl brought to this country from the Orient, of which there is an authentic record, were the rose comb dark-legged black reds which were brought from China to Baltimore in 1827 by Capt. John O'Donnell, who founded the town of Canton, on the Patapsco river, and which now forms part of the City of Baltimore, the principal street of which bears the name of O'Donnell.
Capt. O'Donnell's chief opponents were the Winans. Mr. James Eslin thought the O'Donnell cocks were as game as any he had ever seen. There were two families of them—black breasted willow-legged Muffs and black red, dark-eyed, dark-legged cocks, with rose combs.
After the death of Capt. O'Donnell, his fowls reached the hands of, among others, Sam Robertson, who obtained the Muffs, and George Ohlënschlager, whose name was corrupted to Wellslager, and as "Wellslager Reds" they achieved world-wide fame, and the blood entered into the make-up of many strains which also became famous, especially the Goss "Counterfeits," which were a blend with the Winans Baltimore Top Knots.
Mr. James Eslin frequentlly crossed his strains with both the Wellslagers and Goss strains, and at the time of his death, in 1886, one of the best families of fowls he left, were the top-knots, which were taken over by Harry Middleton, and cocks of his breeding were extensively used by the sons of James Eslin.
As has been previously stated, it was a family tradition in the Arrington family, that the first game cocks brought to America, were the white cocks from China, which were brought to North Carolina by Sir Francis Drake.
The reference to them which appeared in Dr. J. W. Cooper's book, "Game Fowl," which was published about sixty years ago, was furnished by Gideon Arrington, but as early as 1770, reference to the "Thompson Whites" appeared in the Virginia Gazette, a copy of which I saw at Blucher Hansbrough's home. They were called "Thompson's China Whites," and were advertised by Simon Stamper, "near" Savannah, Georgia.
If the truth were known, the origin of the Cheshire Pyles might be traced to Sir Francis Drake's importation.
But when we now refer to Orientals, we have in mind recent importations of Asils and Japs. In 1848, travellers returning from the Orient, spread the fame of the fighting  cocks of the Island of Sumatra.
Commodore Perry, going so far as to say the Sumatra  game hens could whip our best cocks; so in the course of time, the Sumatra feathered fighters were brought to Washington by Naval officers.
James Eslin, who was considered an authoritÿ on fight ing cocks, was presented a trio. He described them to me, as being jet black, both cocks and hens, with the longest and most brilliant plumage of any fowl he had ever  seen. The cocks, he said, were really splendid fighters, but  they were deficient in courage.
The first fighting game cocks brought to this country from Japan, was in 1876, when they were exhibited at the Philadelphia Centennial. A man by the name of Fox, of San Francisco, had the Japanese exhibits in charge, and through him, Capt. Anthony Green of Sacramento, obtained a cock and hen. Capt. Greene at that time was breeding and successfully fighting John Mulholland's famous strain of Gray fowl.
  The Jap cock was bred to Gray hens, and from that day to this, Capt. Greene has been an advocate of Jap crosses, and his long and brilliant record in the pit with them, is the answer to their quality.
Whether we like them or not, their record is before us and while I personally have had no success With the crosses, those which I got direct from both Capt. Greene and our great friend, the late Phil Dougherty, •bf Hartford, Conn., were as game as any cocks I ever saw. 
Perhaps the first Asils brought to this country, were  those which were brought from India by Admiral Daniel Amman, about 45 years ago. He bred them at hig home,  Ammandale, Md., where he had breeding pens constructed after the plans used by the natives of India, which consisted of large wire runs, and smaller runs inside, in which a hen was placed, in full view of the cock. This arrangement kept the cock active, hopping on and off the coop in which the hen was placed. The cock and hen were permitted to enjoy the society of each other every fourth day.
When I went to Ammandale in the late Autumn to "dub" the stags, I was amazed at their strength, solid flesh and hard plumage.
The stags were placed in large pens, as above described, with a hen confined in a small pen, which was moved from time to time.
Admiral Amman told me that his fellow-officer in the  U. S. Navy, Admiral Quackenbush, also bred Asns; but of  a different family, and that they had arranged to have a fight late in the Spring. Amman had crossed the Asils with English Duckwing grays, and Quackenbush had crossed with Hennies, from John Harris, of Liskeard, Cornwall, England.  
Their trials with stags were unsatisfactory, both with the originals and the half-breeds, and they decided to defer the trials until the stags were matured. 
In the winter of 1889, Quackenbush sent 13 cocks to Ammans, and I fed both lots of cocks, among which there were five original Asils in each lot. The Amman cocks were superior in every way, due, I expect, to superior care in walking them. I gave them the weight lists, they matched the cocks, I trimmed them, and these old cronies heeled and pitted their cocks. Among those present were Hon. John W. Douglas, Columbus Eslin, Harry Middleton,
Hon. Joe Blackburn, of Ky., Hon. John G. Carlisle, U. S. Senator Callum, of Ill., and many others of equal fame in the world of sport and politics. 
Mr. Eslin was not impressed with either the action or courage of the Asils or the crosses. Some were exceptionally game, and others of practically the same breeding sulked, but we were all impressed with the Quackenbush hen cocks, and the Duckwing Grays.  
 Had I not seen the Kearney cocks fight, which instantly became my ideals, I would very likely have taken some of these fowl and bred them, especially the Hen cocks. A few years after my experience with these Asils, I saw some splendid cocks fought at John Dixon's pit, in Philadelphia, which were called "Ide Rossiter" Asils, and a few months later, Pat Carroll met 4 of the same strain, in a main at Pottsville, Pa., three of which met cocks of my breeding, and were defeated, but I never want to see gamer cocks. I think the name of the man who fought them, was Smicker. The "Rossiter" importation were  unquestionably game, and were different in appearance and action from the strains with which I had become  familiar.
  The last I heard of the "Rossiter" fowl, was about 25 years ago, through Frank P. Casey, who told me that Frank Coolidge, of Boston, had the last of the strain that he knew of; that they were still very tough cocks, but had become mediocre fighters, and were no longer feared  in the pit.
Great changes have taken place in the general appear ance of fighting cocks, during the last forty years. In my early days, the sight of a Roundhead cock was unusual. Mr. Kirkpatrick, of Baltimore, fought some of them, and I  fought a few from the Costa Rica hen.
Nearly all the leading strains then were dark reds, with dark legs and straight combs. Some Pyles and both light and dark grays. In Northern New York, a few  strains of light reds and spangles were at the top, and in the South, the "Claibornes" and Bacon Spangles were fighting it out with the dark reds and grays for supremacy.
Today, light reds with round heads are seen almost everywhere, and I hear through correspondence with friends all over the cocking world that the round head blood may be traced in the pedigree of at least 80% of the foremost winning strains of today.
I will risk my reputation as a prophet that the breeders who are fortunate enough to have pure straight-comb strains, and who have bred them properly under natural conditions, will be the saviours of the sport.

The following letter relates the experience of the late Ralph W. Pierce, and it is worthy of the serious  consideration of all breeders of fighting fowl. 
 World's Dispensary, Buffalo, N. Y., Nov. 20, 1929.  My dear Andrew :
I was glad to get your letter today. Time passes quickly—it seems only yesterday that our first conversation relative to Asil's took place, yet it was over 28 years ago, but I distinctly remember it all, and I have long since realized that you were right, when you said: "No matter how good the first crosses may be, you can never make a dependable strain with them. They cannot be successfully in-bred and you can never breed a consis tent strain of any fowl by continued crossing"' 
I have again read your reference to me and the Asils in the first and second editions of The Cocker's Hand Book—1910-11—
You were right 28 years ago, as you were in 1911, and as you are today.
I could fiill a book myself with my experience in fighting Asils and their crosses, during the 30 years I have bred them. To give it all would hurt some of my best friends. This much I know, my first Asil (or Indians) were game. The first was the Arty Courny Peelen strain (or some such name, the spelling of which I have forgotten). They must have been imported about 50 years ago. Then there was some Atkinson and Rossiter stock I got from Dr. Heffinger, who lives near your farm, and Graves that were game, but unfortunately, some of the American fowl I crossed with them were short-bred.
I had good success in the pit, with the half-bloods,
but could not win with quarter-bred ones. The importation of Asils I made in 1910 and 1920 or 21 from Atkinson, were not strictly game, as I proved it by breeding and testing out some pure ones that I raised, but I got some very successful half-bloods from them—very few stopped. The funny part was, I never could get any good fighting quarter-bloods. Kennicutt's experience is different. He has a Jungle-Shawl hen that throws very even and sensational cocks bred to either grade Jap or grade Jungle, which is strange. She must be a "dominant." .  A former partner had a pure Asil hen from Dr. H. P.  Clarke. We got some good fighting cocks from her, but  like •my others, we were unable to breed a successful strain from her, of grades. The last six or seven years I have experimented with Jungles. I got four pure Jungle cocks from Gleezen. I bred from two of them on game hens, and I then fought and thoroughly tested out all four cocks. They acted very game. Now the funny part of it is, some of the half-breeds quit. They were fairly good fighting cocks and won a majority against ordinary cocks. I destroyed them all. I feel that I have and can do better without any Oriental blood and have finished my experimenting with them, for the reason that whether game or dunghill, I could not breed a strain of consistent grades, I now, after all these years of breeding, cannot see anything to be gained by Oriental blood in our best  fowl, only the increase in the size of bone, and I think our native fowl have enough bone, and many of them, too much, as the larger the bone, the slower the cocks.
  You can use any part of this letter in your books after re-writing it to conform with your ideas, leaving the crux  of my statements, but I wish you would omit the name of  Atkinson."

CROSSING PIT FOWL

By Andrew P.O’ Conor, 1929

As all my early success with game fowl was due to crosses between strains that were different in every important point, except high courage, I should be an advocate of crossing, and I must confess that I am, until the desired type of game fighting cocks are produced, and then a judicious system of inbreeding should be strictly adhered to as long as the strain retains its vigor.
Forty years ago, when there were so many high-class in-bred strains, crossing was not as hazardous as it is today, and while every cross then was not successful, I never heard of an instance where the mating of a game cock and game hen produced cocks of a low order of courage. We hear of it quite frequently these days, but we know it is not true.
After forty years of the most intense inbreeding, I am sure that it is the only system by which the desirable qualities of strains can be maintained.
There has never been a year when I have not made crosses between cocks and hens of my own old strains, and frequently with cocks which I know were bred right, which were presented to me by real friends. I have never known a "first cross" that did not produce good fighters, and with only one exception, game cocks, but none of the crosses were as good as the strains which we made with the Slattery (Kearney) Slip Spur blinker cock, and Eslin Red Quill hen. While I never saw a pure Red Quill cock in battle, many cockers whom I knew very well, told me they were more like the Kearney brown reds, when at their best, than any cocks they had ever seen. So, the bringing together of these two strains, produced a family of fighters which were, I was told, superior to either strain.
In 1892, I bred a cock which was presented to me by that great California cocker, Captain Anthony Greene.
In breeding, he was out of a hen of the August Belmont strain, by a Jap cock, of the Shamo strain.
I mated the grade Jap cock to four of my best formed Black and Tan hens. (Kearney-Eslin). The produce consisted of forty of the most beautiful stags I ever saw.
I sent 25 of them to Capt. James Gee Oakley, of Alabama, who put them on first class walks. In 1894, we made a 21 cock main with L. H. Hanna, Esq., of Memphis, Tenn. Mr. Hanna was the surviving member of the famous firm of Sledge and Hanna.
Capt. Oakley had fought several of the grade Japs in hacks, to test them. In those days, Capt. Oakley was one of the great plungers of the South, and he matched a blinker Jap for $500 a side, and won. He was satisfied with their gameness and fighting quality, so we made the main with Mr. Hanna, to fight at the Montgomery Park race track at Memphis, for $200 and $2,000.
I think we had up 15 of these grade Japs, seven or eight of which were matched. Mr. Hanna showed a great many small cocks, thus eliminating the largest Japs. 1 fed them at the race track, and had them, in what I considered, good condition.
However, they were very ordinary fighters, while absolutelÿ game, they lacked the spirit with which I was familiar in the Black and Tans. Nearly all of them were defeated, but their gameness was greatly admired.
Mr. Hanna and several of his friends visited my cockhouse the following day to see the wounded cocks. I cut them all out, gave them a real test, which they stood with the highest courage.
Ounce for ounce, they were stronger cocks than the Black and Tans, and I then learned that great strength is not essential to success in the pit. A few months later, I decided to satisfy myself as to the quality of the grade Jap, in a test with five Black and Tan cocks, in blunt 1 1/4 inch spurs. I fed both lots of cocks, and as the try-out was in private, with a few friends present, there was no favoritism shown. The test convinced me that the grade Jap could not win one fight out of five against the Black and Tans. I then destroyed every grade Jap, except one hen, a sister in blood to these cocks.
I bred a Red Quill—Colored Black and Tan cock to her for four years. She produced good, honest, consistent fighting game cocks. After she died, I bred the same cock to one of her first daughters. The cocks were big, soft, clumsy and poor fighters, and the last of them were fought in a long heel main, in the Theatre at Monongah, West Virginia, in a 15 cock main against Hannigan and Spillman. I won the main, but all the grade Japs lost. I then destroyed all that family of grade Japs, and have had no cause to regret it, but it can be truthfully said, no cocks I ever saw were gamer, under any and all conditions, and when I say "game" I mean the sort that will stand a test as long as he lives, be it one or seven days.
A few years later, Capt. Greene was having great success with a cross of Japs and Charley Brown's Shawlnecks. He sent me a pair of hens of that family, to breed under a cock of mine.
I mated them with a little Kirkpatrick-Costa Rica cock, that weighed 3:10. I walked 20 stags of that mating, got back 15, and during my absence in England, my brother, James, shipped them to Capt. Greene, to Seattle, Washington. With these 15 cocks, and a few of his own breeding, he won three 13 cock mains, beating the "Mugwumps," "Red Cubans" and Pierce Shufflers, and closed the season with 12 live cocks of the 15 Jim sent him.
Unfortunately, we destroyed all the sisters to these phenomenal cocks.
They were the last grade Japs bred by me.
We have always believed that if we had bred the Greene original grade Jap cock to our Kirk—Costa Rica hens, the result would have been more satisfactory. The hens of that family were very small—few of them weighing over 2: 8, and the Jap was a whale of a cock.
Capt. Oakley bred from a few of my Black and Tan— Jap cocks, over as good hens as there were in the world. A jet black, round head cock from one of his matings, was loaned by Capt. Oakley to the late J. P. Mayberry, who bred him over hens that were sired by a Red Horse cock of mine, and the produce earned world-wide fame, as "Mayberry's Black Roundheads." They were absolutely unbeatable during the life time of Capt. Mayberry, and they were as game as cocks ever get to be, until crossed with bad cocks.
During my first years with the produce of the 1885 Iùslin Red Quill hen, I fought a great many cocks that were Red Quill in color. Their success was widely heralded throughout the cocking centers of this country, and I received many inquiries concerning them, among which was one from Judge Dan Gordon, of Alabama, who wanted to buy a pure Red Quill cock.
Alabama was at that time virtually headquarters for Eslin Red Quills, due to the long and intimate association between U. S. Senator W. C. Sherrod, Sr., and the Eslins. In replying to Judge Gordon, I stated there was not, as far as I knew, a pure Red Quill cock in the world, but I had some grade Red Quill stags, and I would give him one.
The Judge did not want to accept him as a gift, but as I would not sell, he accepted him. I shipped, what I considered a good stag, but he did not please the Judge, who preferred high stationed fowl, but he must not have known anything about Red Quills, if he did, he would have known that they were a very low-set family of fowl. He did not breed to him. Later in the year, his friend, Col. F. E. Grist invited him to send over some cocks and stags for the final hack meeting of the season.
Among the lot sent by the Judge, was my grade Red Quill stag. He was fought and defeated.
The following story was well known to hundreds of Southern sportsmen, being a favorite story of both Judge Gordon and Col. Grist.
When Capt. Anthony Greene and I went to New Orleans, in the winter of 1893, to fight Col. Grist a series of i hree 21 cock mains, in the old Spanish cock-pit, the story of my stag was told there, to, among others, W. L. Allen, originator of the famous Allen Round Heads.
This is the crux of the story, told by Col. Grist:  fought the Red Quill stag early in the morning: he was defeated and thrown into an adjoining room, apparently dead.
"We fought thirty-five or forty cocks and stags, and stopped when it was too dark to see. We had dinner, and afterwards, a poker-game, which lasted well into noon I he next day. Some of the boys went to their homes, some ot• them turned in at my house, and slept until late the next morning. Judge Gordon was among my guests. There were a few cocks fought that he wanted to send home to use the following season over some hens. We repaired to the cock-house, and the weather being very hot, the stench issuing from the room was sickening.
"The Negro boy who was employed by me to attend to the fowl, had got drunk, and could not be found. In some way, the doors of the cock-coops were left open, amd I never saw such a mess—dead and dying cocks all over the floors of both rooms, which was as silent as the grave. We heard a weak crow, which was the only sign of life among them. I searched around and found it was the Red Quill stag. He was the only thing in the place that would show fight.
"I told Judge Gordon, the stag may not be a fighter, but he is the gamest thing I ever saw, and if he lives, I will mate him with the best hens I have. He was carefully nursed during the long summer months, and by Spring he had recovered. I bred him to my favorite hen, and then put him over a yard of hens. Nearly every stag he sired was just like him, except their legs were yellow. The produce from that Red Quill cock are. the best and gamest fowl I ever saw." Hens from that cock were the roundation upon which Allen's Roundheads were made. The record of the Allen fowls prove that when they were at their best, they were wonderful fighters.
While fighting a main against Doctor Boteler at Garvey's pit, twenty-five or twenty-six years ago, I fought a Whitehackle cock that got his top beak knocked off the

first pitting, and he was kicked around the pit for over an hour. The odds against him were $100 to $1. When those who backed my cock "whispered" their advice to me to give up the fight and save this wonderful game cock, I replied, as soon as his head clears, he'll win. His flesh was as "responsive" in my hands, as when first pitted— that is, he had not loosened up, which is a sure sign that a cock has control of his muscles.
Finally, he "awoke" and he must have thought he was back on his walk, as he started "talking" as cocks talk to hens. When pitted on the score, he tore across as though he had never been touched with a gaff, and his blows could be heard clear out on the street, 100 feet away. He won in that pitting. He was of the "Picket" family. Col. W. H. Perkins, of Richmond, Va., (who is brother-inlaw of the famous Lady Astor, of England) asked me for the cock, which I gave him. He wanted him for Dr. F. S. Rowley, of Rock Hill, S. C. Col. Perkins shipped the cock to the Doctor, who bred him to Jim Norwood's Warhorse hens, and producede some wonderful fowl. Charley Moore, of Spartanburg, S. C. , had some black fowl from Mr. Mayberry, of Alabama, and got a cock from Dr. Rowley, bred as above, and mated him with the Mayberry hens, and produced the Black Bee Martins, which were one of the best and gamest strains I ever saw.
I fought Mr. Moore three mains, and while I defeated him, his loss was due largely to inferior condition. Mr. Moore and I had arranged to enter into a partnership to fight a series of mains with cocks of his breeding, but he was then in poor health, and died shortly afterward. Here was a mixture of several strains, all of which were different, yet they blended perfectly, and the result was, a dis-  tinct strain of jet black, yellow legged cocks, that cut out snow white. I cannot help but credit the "nick" in Mr. Moore's strain to the Kearney slip spur blinker— Eslin Red Quill blood through the Mayberry black Roundheads and the same Kearney slip spur blinker—Eslin Red Quill blood in the "Picket" cock which Col. Perkins sent to Dr. Rowley. The Whitehackle came through the John Hunter black-brass back Whitehackle hen. Mr. Moore inbred his strain for several years, and his last matings were superior to the first.
These are only a few ofthe many remarkable results of crosses that have been, made in a hap-hazard "unscientific" manner with fowl which originated with, and which were developed in an equally unscientific way by me.
Mr. Moore was discouraged with his fowl, after losing three mains to me, and he thought his fowl needed a cross. "Well, suppose they do, what sort of a cock or hen do you think would be suitable '?' ' I asked him. He didn"t know. I advised against a cross, at the same time telling him he could take his pick from any cocks I had in the coops. He selected a brown-red that had defeated him  wice; bred him to one hen, reared one brood. Among  hem were five stags and three pullets. He cut out the stags, as I advised, found them game, but inferior to his own. I suggested that he reserve one of the stags, and when two years old, mate him to his sisters, and trapnest them. He died before he bred that pen. He returned my cock after he bred to him the season I loaned him the cock.
I bred to the) same cock for three seasons, and fought him twice afterwards in mains in which his sons distinguished themselves, and his blood is in all our brown reds.
So, a cock that may prove to be a failure when bred 'o some hens, will, if bred to the right hens, prove his q uality.
The trial of stags does not always give a true line on i he quality of a cross. The experiment which was made by Mr. Moore, proved the truth of this statement.
We found that the produce from my cock did not mature early, but as cocks, they were all that could be desired.
However, if the hens to which he was bred were from an early maturing strain, the results would have been different: it has so happened in several instances.
Several years ago, William Ward Lauder, of Baltimore, who has enjoyed an enviable reputation as a consistent breeder of high-class cocks, a capable feeder, and a masler-pitter under Maryland rules, and who has been one of my most loyal friends for nearly 40 years—produced marvelous results with a cross made between a cock and two hens, of totally different blood-lines, which were bred by me.
He has always had the pick of any fowls on my yards  -a privilege which he alone, of all my friends, has enjoyed. He selected two young white legged spangle hens, which we named "Checkers" and "Domino," and a Roundhead cock, ten years old, a great winner, bearing the scars of many battles. Among them, the loss of an eye and a crooked leg. He had won his last battle, after his leg had been broken in two places, and the cast which was placed on it slipped, and when it knitted, the toes and spur were twisted out of line. I advised Mr. Lauder against breeding from him, with the hens he had selected, but as he is a strong-willed chap, with ideas of his own, I did not further interfere with his plans. He produced six stags, walked them in pens, and as he conducted a pit near Baltimore, he started fighting the stags at eight months of age. The six stags won 38 fights as stags, and twelve as cocks, and not one of them was ever defeated. Mr. Lauder had an attack of sickness which necessitated a long stay in a hospital. He wrote me to come out and get the hens and their produce, immediately, stating the reason.
The letter did not reach me for several days, and when it did, it was too late. Mr. Lauder had destroyed every chick, and sent them to a soap factory.
I have tried the same cross every year since, with cocks and hens of identically the same blood lines, but every cross has been mediocre.
All of my young chicks are hatched here at my residence. And kept in wire runs until they are a month old, when they are taken to a corner of our farm, which consists of several acres of "lake" swamp, and a pine thicket: it is the best and safest place I ever had for the purpose. I usually keep an old battle-worn cock there. The pullets are brought home when four or five months old, and only stags are left there, under the old cock in the Fall. This season I happened to have a vigorous birchen stag there in May, June and July.
One of three brown-red hens that were sent there with their broods, weaned her chicks prematurely, commenced to lay in the dense underbrush, and the most diligent search for her nest, failed to locate it. In due time she brought off her brood. They were the only chicks there that were not marked, so I let her rear them. In the brood, were three stags and three pullets, all dark brown round heads (the hens were Kirk-Costa Rica-Herrisford Irish brown red). The stags were walked on poor farms, where they had to rustle for their feed, during the early Spring, Summer and Autumn. They were brought in early in December, and sent with several other cocks to the late Patrick Clisham, a life-time friend of mine, who was one of nature's noblemen; but he never thought it worth while to tell me, or any of his friends about the performances of any fowl sent him: if they were good, it was all right; if the reverse, it was all in the game. Whenever he fought my two cocks, he would tell his friend, John W. McHale, who has done more to popularize tournaments than any man in the world, not excepting Col. McCall, and Mr. McHale would write me. All told, these two cocks won fifty battles in Clisham's pit, for sums ranging from $10 to $100 a battle, and they were never beaten.
The following Winter, after sending Mr. Clisham these cocks, I entered one of his tournaments. Among the cocks I took up, was the sire of the two phenomenal winners, and four of his sons, out of his mother.
I have never seen cocks perform more indifferently.  l' hey were defeated without any trouble by their oppon( b lits, but they made wonderfully game fights, and I refused $100 for the sire of the two winners of 25 fights each, and four that lost in the tournament, but I let him stay in the pit and die as all game cocks should, when they can110t win. A trip of 250 miles had thrown my cocks out ol' condition. I have every drop of blood on my yard, which coursed through the veins of the two great winners, for from 25 to 42 years, and I have mated cocks and hens, containing all the blood in these two cocks, but I have never been able to reproduce anything even approaching them as killers.
Had I reserved the sisters to these great cocks, and  one of their brothers to them, the strain might not have been lost to the world of cocking.
Perhaps the Kirkpatrick-Costa Rica strain, which were produced by us prior to 1890, have had more influence in the development of great fighting strains, than any fowl during the last fifty years.
I sent cocks and hens of this family, which also carried a dash of the slip spur blinker and Red Quill blood, to Fred Saunders, of Salem, Mass., and Joseph Wingate, of New Hampshire, and the crosses from them revolutionized cocking in New England and later, in the South. Saunders sold the little cock I gave him, to Frank P. Casey, of Blackstone, Mass., who bred him to his hens, and with his produce, Mr. Casey won 18 or 19 consecutive mains. W. L. Allen got some of the blood from Fred Saunders and Allen got a throw-back to the Red Quill through the Grist hens, and the result was the best winIling strain ever bred in the South up to that time.
It was a stag sired by an in-bred Kirk-Costa Rica cock out of a Lord Clonmell-bred hen, that I presented Col. John I l. Madigan, about 18 or 20 years ago, that formed the foundaI ion for his wonderfully successful strain of "Clarets" that have won more money than any fowl ever bred in this country, with the possible exception of the Duryea fowl— and that blood was in the hen I gave Col. Madigan.
She was a hen that would produce champions from any game cock to which she was mated.
The year I gave the stag, pullet and the hen, their mother, to Col. Madigan, I fed and handled a main of cocks for "Tobe" Hester, against J. A. Kidwiler. We fought at Monroe, La. Kidwiler beat us six straights out of eleven—the remaining five matches were not fought. Our cocks had been on the railroad six days and five nights, without feed or water; when landed at Monroe, they were so badly dried out that I asked Mr. Hester to pay forfeit, but he was one of the sort who would go through with any deal to which he signed his hand, and there was no use to try to convince him that giving up the forfeit under such conditions was always recognized as fulfilling a contract.
John Pohlman, of St. Louis, had an entry fn the tournament with Steve Ginn's Sons, and we had our cocks in the same building. The year before I had sent Mr. Ginn three stags, sired by a Picket cock, out of the hen I gave Col. Madigan. Mr. Ginn did not like the lowstationed stags, and did not breed to them, but put them on good walks. He died in the meantime, but his sons knew the cocks, and sent them to me, to Monroe, along with their cocks, to John Pohlman. As my cocks did not arrive until six days later, I asked Pohlman to feed them along with his entry, which he did. These three cocks would have fought the first three weights in the Kidwiler main, but Hester would not let me put them in. He said: "I'm advertising that I fight the kind of cocks I sell, and sell the kind of cocks I fight, and to substitute these Whitehackles for my cocks, would be as unfair to me as it would be to my customers." Good old Hester—The world needs a lot of his kind!
Boyd and Latimore won the tournament. I went to Boyd and offered to fight him three cocks for $100—best two out of three. He said: "Andy, they're fighting here for as much as $500 a battle, and I want to get all of it I can, but if these small cocks are not matched, I'll fight you for $100 a battle."
Col. Madigan heard the conversation, and as he had lost $2,000 to Lunday, backing my cocks against Kidwiler, he asked: "What sort of cocks have you '?' '
I told him. He said, "Go ahead and match him," which I did. The first cock at 4:11, the second at 4:14 and the third at 5:2.
John Pohlman pitted them. Money went up in bundles, with Boyd the favorite.
I have seldom, if ever, seen cocks win under more grief than these three cocks suffered, and to say that they were dead when the heels were cut off by Nick Ramsey, tells the whole story.
I think Col. Madigan got back most of his money. I asked him if he would accept the mother of these cocks. 1 1 0 would, and I shipped her, with her son and daughters, which were sired by a "Kirk" stag, that had won as a cock in a Montgomery tournament, in a battle against a I Jowell Pyle, pitted by Arthur Wright, of Knoxville, Tenn., i l l a battle which lasted nearly five hours.
The Kirk-Costa Rica-Red Quill-Kearney family were in every way truly remarkable, and the Costa Rica hen was the dominant influence from the first year to the present day. She was one of a trio which was presented 10 Capt. Oyster, U. S. A., while he was on a mission for  government, to Costa Rica, by a Persian gentleman, who was on a similar mission for his government, to that country. In color, she was jet black, with yellow legs, a lid a pea comb. She weighed about two and one-half pounds, but on account of her heavy plumage, she looked much larger.
Capt. Oyster sent them to his brother, D. W., who resided in Washington, D. C. Mr. Oyster did not want I hem, because they were too small to match. He gave I liern to Mr. Columbus Eslin, who bred her to a great cock ol' his own, and asked me to put her, with her brood at one of the barns, at the Soldiers' Home, Washington. When she weaned her brood, I got a brood from her, by  he Kirkpatrick stag, and returned her to Mr. Eslin, and crossed her produce with the Kearney-Eslin (Black and Tans) but the produce were always Kirk-Costa Rica in  conformation and action, and their gameness was inexhaustible.
Our most satisfactory cross from them was with the ill bred Lord Clonmell-Duryea hens, and to this mating, may be credited the wonderful Clarets developed by Henry Deans (Hank) and Col. Madigan.
This season, Col. Madigan sent me a marvelously beauI il'lll white-legged Claret cock; a blinker, winner of four lights in mains and tournaments, and a successful sire.
I bred him to a hen that I thought would suit him: her produce were a variety of colors when hatched. I then bred him to a "Kirk" hen. She layed 11 eggs, sit on I hem, and brought forth eleven chicks, which were exactly like all the "Kirks" from this line we have ever bred. They were a sturdy flock, and when two weeks old, they wanted to roost on the top branches of the highest pine I rees on our farm.
Every present indication points to a complete reverHion to the Kirk-Costa Rica, which were long, hard feathored, hard, wiry-fleshed nervous cocks, and for many years, we thought them one of the best pit families we ever bred, hilt as they were very small, we bred only one or two broods of them each year.
So, about crossing, I have no advice to offer, except, get the best fighting game fowl you can, breed them carefully, by single mating, select what you consider the best types, and in-breed brother and sister.
Walk a few stags on some distant soil and different climate from your own, and when matured, bring them home and mate them with their sisters the first year.
If they are perfectly sound physically, there will be no danger of deterioration during the average life-time of the breeder. While many of the greatest fighters I ever bred, or ever saw, were so bred, and many of them were sired by battle-worn cocks, and out of old hens, I would advise against following that system.
The strain which we made from the "Hermit" stag, (whose pedigree will be found in another chapter) and the John Hunter hen, proved that the strain, while never in a class with our Black and Tans, outlasted them, for the reason that the "Hermit" had then not been injured in battle, as he was later in his useful life.
I think the "Pickets" are today, after over forty years of the most intense in-breeding, better than they ever were, and it must be remembered that there is only the blood of one hen in this family, and that one, the John Hunter hen.
She has been the dominant influence in the production of color, which is evidenced by the fact that I can mate cocks and hens from this strain, which show a tendency to revert to her, and within four or five years, produce 90% black brass-back Whitehackle cocks. I have no objection to the color, but I do object to their confirmation, which, while it was all right for the in-bred Hunter family, the crosses would eventually inherit all the weak points of the strain, and few, if any of its good points. By adhering to the Kearney-Eslin type of the Hermit cock, which has been easy to do, I have been able l to perpetuate them, and retain their chief characteristics, and they are the cleanest hitting, most careful single stroke cocks I ever bred.
Some ten or twelve years after loaning me the stag, Mr. Kirkpatrick joined Arthur B. Suit in a main against me, which we fought near Norfolk, Va., Mr. Kirk furnished several cocks, of his own breeding, which were descended from the last cock of his in-bred strain, over Goss Counterfeit hens. I don't remember whether he bred them, or whether they were bred by Suit. The cross had attracted considerable favorable attention, none of which I had seen fought before I met them in the pit in Norfolk.
I defeated them all. They were game enough, but poor judges of distance, and there was too much wastemotion. I fought two little, in-bred Costa Rica cocks in the main, one at 4:4 against a 4: 8, and a 4:5 against a 4:10.
They both won on their merits.
Mr. Kirk asked me their breeding. I told him. He recognized the "Kirk" in their fighting. While he had • i old me many years before that he advocated in-breeding, his views had undergone a radical change. I knew from his conversation that, since he moved to Washington, he had absorbed many of the Eslin ideas, one of which was, that Roundhead cocks could not be in-bred for any great length of time, and he advised me to cross them with some larger straight-comb strain.
I had met Wm. L. Morgan a great many times, and we corresponded for many years. He too, was of the opinion that Roundhead fowl required frequent crossing with straight comb strains. Some years later, Edward llanna, a famous race horse trainer and cocker, who was an intimate friend of Michael Kearney, related a conversation which he had with Mr. Kearney, in connection with breeding, the crux of it was, the Duryea Roundheads required frequent crossing with his straight comb fowl, to keep up their quality.
I did not believe the story. I know Major Carson and Mr. Duryea were intimate friends, and I related the Hanna story to him, and asked the Major to casually and diplomatically, inquire of Mr. Duryea, just how his cocks were bred. He did so, and the following letter was his reply.
Hickory Valley, Tenn.
Dear Major Carson: January 7, 1914.
I am sorry that I cannot get interested in race horses here; but the ones I have in France, take all my time.
In fact, I find, year by year, that I can't give half enough to the development of this place. It's about the only section in this county that I know of, that really seems to be on the boom. I would willingly think of your yearlings, if I could race them in France, but they are ineligible, and I have 30,000 acres here, where I think I can raise as good horses as you can in Kentucky. I know, and have proved that we can raise as good cattle as I have ever seen, and I have never seen better horses and mules [or their class.
If I were racing in this country, I should breed here. I am awfully sorry to hear what you write me about selling your place.
I didn't let Vanderbilt have my cocks last year, but backed a main made by a man named Hatch and Kearney fought the cocks—all full brothers, and the same year. I didn't see it, but they all tell me it was the best main I have had in ten years. I got Kearney to send his son over with the cocks that didn't fall in, and with some cocks I bred in France, we fought some matches there—not a main. We licked them straight fights until they stopped betting and then experimented in heeling and giving weight.
They are past-masters in heeling cocks, but know nothing about game fowl. However, they are a bright race and caught on quickly.
They know nothing of condition or weight, and think nothing of giving away a pound: but their system of heeling, if you let them use their own heels, is most ingenious and deadly.
They all think if we fought a main with my cocks in fix, and let them heel them, that they would win 80% of their fights and want me to go in for a big main, but gentlemen in France don't fight cocks, and there is quite a sentiment against it and I shall only fight a few for fun. Mr. Bird is right in a way—about 30 years ago, I got the original hens I now have from Charles Coolidge, and after I fought my first big main with John Hunter, I crossed one of them with a brown red cock I got from Kearney that fought in that main. That must be 28 years ago, and from that day to this, there has been no outcross— simply a matter of the most minute and careful selection. Nothing that we didn't think was absolutely first class ever stayed on a walk or breeding farm, and consequently, hundreds got the axe, both males and females. The Belgian cocks are all dunghills.
With kind regards to Mrs. Carson and the family, believe me, 
Very sincerely,
H. B. DURYEA.
 This letter was written by Mr. Duryea, with his own hand. While I did not like Mr. Duryea, I can pay his memory this compliment—he was absolutely truthful, born a gentleman, educated at Harvard University. As a breeder of bird dogs and race horses, he was the equal of any man that ever lived; as a breeder of game fowl, he was in a class alone.
 He developed one strain, and never bred any others, and during his entire cocking life, he lost but one main, and that to John Hoy, when Kearney wanted to pay forfeit, due to a stable of sick cocks.
I consider Mr. Duryea's letter the most valuable contribution to game fowl literature that ever appeared in print.

GAMENESS

By Andrew P.O’ Conor, 1929

In the early days of cocking in England, cock-fighting was considered a "Game" just as Tennis, Rugby, Hockey, Cards, etc., and instead of being referred to as Game Cocks, they were called "Cocks of the Game," and it was not until the reign of King James I, that they were "chris ened" game cocks, and the word from that date had a different meaning, because the word game then, as now, meant high courage, and it means the same in all languages throughout the world.
Hundreds of words in daily use in the most polite and cultured society, had their origin in the cock-pit.
Many renowned students of natural history maintain that gameness was perfected by man. Their claims would be entitled to more respectful consideration by breeders who have devoted their lives to the perpetuation of this monarch of the feathered tribe, if they had furnished any evidence in support of their claims. Quails were fought in China centuries before cocking was referred to in The Institutes of Manu, 1200 B. C., and if man had the power to create gameness as we know it in game cocks, it seems reasonable to suppose that they would have improved the courage of quails, which were also fought by the early Greeks and Romans.
Mr. Darwin, in his account of his discovery, (The Origin of Species), said: "My first notebook was opened in July, 1837. I worked on true Baconian principles, and without any theory collected facts on a wholesale scale,  more especially with respect to domesticated productions, by printed inquiries, by conversation with skillful breeders anld gardeners, and by extensive reading   I soon perceived that selection was the key-stone of man's success in making useful races of animals and plants." This is the crux of Mr. Darwin's story. I can believe that "selection" is the only basis upon which breeding can be successful, and by what Herman B. Duryea, referred to as "the most minute and careful selection" breeds can be improved in color, plumage, conformation and health, but with game fowl, gameness must be a fixed and hereditary quality. That quality is arbitrarily settled by nature, and with it, there is not one scintilla of evidence either in Mr.  Darwin's work, or anywhere else, to support the claim that gameness is man-made. If it were possible fifty, one hundred or one million years ago, for illiterate Barbarians, to develop gameness in fighting fowl, it is a reflection upon our boasted intelligence, that we are inferior to those savages, because we cannot breed out the bad stock in strains, by the most careful and intelligent systems ot mating. By continuous breeding pure game fowl to what we call "dunghills" we can develop cocks that will take their death in a long, severe and distressing battle. So, here, to all appearance, we have proved the truth of the Darwinian theory. But mate a brother and sister of these "man-made" game (?) cocks, and the progeny will be deflcient in courage, and absolutely worthless for the purpoae for which game cocks are bred.
Where the breed is pure and undefiled, inbreeding does not affect their courage, and the only true test for the highest type of gameness, is close in-breeding, for the first mating of brother and sister, if the parent stock is impure, the breeder will know from the usual test, of their lack of courage.
About twenty years ago, a trashy publication in South Carolina, stated in an editorial that: "All strains of game fowls will occasionally produce quitters."
He was an ignorant editor who received his inspiration through the business office; the statement was not based upon any substantial evidence, but it was the only way he thought he could satisfy his subscribers, who complained about the inferior quality of fowl sold to them by the most extensive advertisers in his storm center of misinformation.
I was publishing THE ARENA, in Norfolk, Virginia, at the time, and it occurred to me that the most effective way to disprove this false claim, was to submit it to the foremost breeders of the time, and publish their replies.
  The letter from Mr. W. L. Morgan, I had stereotyped at a cost of $150, and it appeared in THE' ARENA just as he wrote it with his own hand.
East Orange, N. J., Oct. 10, 1910.
My dear Mr. O'Conor:
Your letter of the fifth received. I am afraid that anything I may say will be of small interest to fraternity at large.
My experience in over sixty years' cocking has shown me a number of strains of cocks that never produced a quitter.
Of course they must be fought in good health and condition.
You can only breed cocks just about so good, or in other words, first class in their fighting ability and a high grade of gameness; if you try to do more than that you are apt to go the other way.
The trouble is, men try to breed cocks instead of hens: All the goodness you can get into a hen the better, and a dozen proven hens will last a man a good many years.
I mean proven through their sons, and to get such a vard of hens, all must be bred separate the first year. It IS a lot of trouble, but pays in the end.
You take six full sisters, and you will find that there is one in the bunch worth more as a breeder than the 01 her five, and when you get a yard of that kind of hens, von can put the father, uncle or brother right with them and keep them together as long as they hatch healthy,  vong chicks: And a stag from this mating can be put on to the hens as soon as necessary. A hen's breeding life is about three times as long as the cock's, and you can, by saving your first pullets each year, keep up your proven hens. 
Faithfully,
WILLIAM L. MORGAN.
Columbus, Georgia, Oct. 7, 1910.
Mr. A. P. O'Conor, 
Norfolk, Va.
My dear friend:
I have your letter of recent date, in which you request my views regarding the hereditary gameness of fowl. I can speak only of my own strain, and it is indeed a pleasure to state that my "Shawlnecks" have never sulked, stopped fighting, or quit fighting in my hands. I have fought thousands of them, and the modern idea which is being advanced by interested parties, that all strains will occasionally produce quitters, is too absurd - to discuss.
I loping to see you at Monroe, believe me,
Always your friend,
CHARLES F. BROWN.
No. 105 East Rochester, N. H., Oct. 8, 1910.
Dear O'Conor: 
Your letter of October 5th to hand. I stand as you do regarding game fowl. I firmly believe a thorough game strain, of which there are many, will prove game through and through, in health and condition.
Your friend,
JOSEPH WINGATE.
Ogdensburg, N. Y., Oct. 12, 1910.
 Friend O'Conor:
Yours of the 8th inst. received, and contents noted. Your idea of breeding agrees with mine. I never had any doubt of the gameness of my fowl, when I knew the stock I bred from were game.
About 18 years ago I bought of the late P. W. Carew, some Mahoney "Gulls" and Genet Pyles, and never while I bred them, did I see one show any sign of sulking or quitting, and mind you, up in this part of the country, anybody in the cocking business that don't show up during the holidays with a few of his stags to fight, would be considered afraid, and at best the stags could not be more than 7 1/2 or 8 months old.
What you mention, I firmly believe. That is, that you cannot get dunghills from game fowl, neither can you make game fowl out of dunghills.
It is hardly worth while asking the average breeder for his opinion on the subject, for only a few have the same strain long enough to be able to intelligently answer your question.
Your friend,
MICHAEL CONLEY.
Louisville, Ky., Oct. 12, 1910.
Editor The Arena:
Replying to yours of the 5th inst., I will say that I have bred game fowl all my life, and my father before me is a true cocker now at the age of 86. My youngest boy is now 26 years of age, a natural-born cocker.
We have never shown a quitter or sulker, and I know from breeding the past fifty years that a game strain will not produce quitters.
The trouble with our sport is, there are too many incompetent men that like to see their names in print, and they really don't know what they are writing about. Along comes an ink-slinger and tries to patch up matters for the peddlers by saying "occasionally all strains produce quitters." I say no game strain will breed quitters, but cocks must be fought in good condition. .

Your friend,
JOHN H. KUHN.
Dawson, Ga., Oct. 11, 1910. Dear Andrew:
In reply to your letter regarding gameness as a fixed characteristic in certain strains, I beg to say that from personal experience, I cannot go back very far, but my father, Dr. W. A. Lunday, has bred fowl for forty years, and his opinion, as well as Jim Clarke's, coincides with your claim for game fowl.
I fight on an average of 150 cocks a year, of my own breeding, and I have never known one of the old family strain to quit. Any sick cock would quit, but cockers don't fight sick ones. Hope to see you at Monroe.
Your friend,
CROWELL C. LUNDAY.
New York, Oct. 20, 1910.
No one who knows anything about game fowl, or the breeding of them, would make such a foolish statement as that printed in the paper you sent me. It would be a waste of time to answer it.
Yours truly,
MICHAEL KEARNEY. 
Cock-Spur Cottage, Tamworth, Eng. 
November 1, 1910.
My dear O'Conor:  
 There are now and have always been many badly bred strains, and among the good ones, there are many different degrees of gameness. Sporting farmers i hat I know, who have walked game cocks for a great many years, and to see the hens bred from game cocks year after year, you would not want to see better. The farmers sell the stags and cocks to young sportsmen, and many of them make game fights, and if not killed outright, many cockers would be tempted to breed from them, but in reality they are no gamer in breeding than the bad ones from the same matings.
There are game strains here that I have known for upwards of sixty-five years, that nothing but death will stop. It is not right to publish in a newspaper that all strains will produce some quitters, or dunghills, because every careful breeder of long experience knows that it is not true. .   Yours ever,
WILLIAM GILLIVER. 
Lark Hill, West Derby, Liverpool.
8th Nov., 1910.
Dear Andy:
 It is indeed quite unfortunate that a magazine with such a wide circulation should disseminate such false statements, as that about which you request my views, which, however, you know very well, but if it is a written statement you require, I gladly give it in the interest of young European breeders who may be influenced by such doctrine. Therefore, you may quote me as denouncing as utterly false, the claim that "all strains will occasionally produce quitters." I know many strains which, for the last 40 years, have never shown the least inclination to quit under the most severe punishment. 
Ever yours,
B. H. JONES.
Greenwood, Miss., Oct. 10, 1910.
Dear O'Conor:
In reply to your letter of Oct. 5, I will say, a cock, or a main of cocks in proper hands will not show a quitter: If we are to judge the future by the past, and the histories of so many strains with which I am acquainted, has long since convinced me of the above facts. Take for instance, the great main fought by the Eslins against the Claibornes. Neither side produced quitters. Charles F. Brown against Major Bacon, neither side produced quitters. Charles F.   Brown against Tom O'Neal, neither side produced quitters, and these cockers showed and fought the strains which they have always fought in big mains. I mention the names of only a few of the great breeders who have produced strains of world-wide reputation, but there are many others, who have equally pure game fowl.
When the hens and cocks are kept pure, they will not breed quitters, and this fact is so thoroughly proven that I did not think there was a man in the world who doubted it.
 Whether you raise and walk one stag or one hundred, put them on walks. . When two years old, get them in condition and fight them, and if one out of the lot quits, then, you have dunghills, and you can't breed it out of them. You may take the gamest of those brothers and the best fighter. He may win a dozen or more fights: you breed him to a game hen, and nine chances in ten, his sons will not stand as much punishment as a barnyard cock. A sick cock is never fought by a cocker but a sound, healthy cock must stay. Wishing you much success,
Your friend,
HENRY GRIMME.
My experience with fowl of my own breeding, has convinced me of the soundness of my argument in defense of gameness as a set characteristic in pure bred fowl.
I enjoyed the friendship and confidence of all the famous cockers whose letters are here presented: they were not only capable breeders and successful cockers, but they were gentlemen of high character.
With the exception of the Kearney-Duryea strains and the strains from which they descended, I considered the Wm. L. Morgan fowl among the best cocks in this country, and it has always been a mystery to me, why Mr. Morgan claimed that a dash of impure blood was advantageous, and he considered his best fighters, those cocks which were about 7-8 Whitehackle and 1-8 dunghill. While he claimed that he never parted with any fowl containing the bad cross, many of them must have passed out of his hands. Tommy Rogers, who successfully fed the Morgan cocks for many years, told me the strain is virtually extinct as a pure breed.
Whether their passing was due to Mr. Morgan's frequent infusions of cold blood, to produce the sort of cocks he professed to prefer, we do not know, but we do know that as active contenders in the pit, they do not occupy a very exalted position, but we frequently see crosses of the Morgan fowl which seem to be all that a cocker could desire in a strain of first class fighters. How game they are, we do not know.
History proves that in countries where the proper tribute was not paid to gameness, cocking has ceased to attract the attention of first class sportsmen, and it becarne a gambling instrument, which appealed only to that class which is now, and always has been, a detriment to this ancient and honorable pastime.
The decline in the interest of cocking in England, according to the highest authorities in that country, is dated from the introduction of Asil crosses. For many years these crosses were invincible, the pure old strains were neglected, and many of them became extinct.
The trouble came when the Asil crosses required fresh infusions of game blood. The honest, careful breeders refused to part with their pure strains; the Asil breeders could obtain none of it, and in the end, their speedy, strong cutting Asil crosses, became as Samson, when his hair was bobbed by the siren.


Mahoney Gulls

BY E. J. LAKE.
A  casual  running over of  the various game fowl  journals of the past and near past reveals a surprising lack of uniformity in the opinions of different authorities and would-be authorities as to the histories of some of the prominent fighting strains.
And in inverse proportion to the reticence of the originators and breeders in those cases where they have, for reasons of their own, said little about their fowl is the verbosity and variety of their lineage as described by those who took upon themselves the burden of explaining to a confiding public what the originators did to create and perpetuate the strains.
One of the best examples  of  this  is  the  lack  of  agreement  among  the numerous writers as to the origin of the Mahoney Gulls.
Dennis Mahoney was a practical cocker and was  not interested in broadcasting to the world the breeding of his fighting fowl. He seldom sold one,  and  if  he  had  cared  to  he  could  have  disposed  of more  than  he  had without any paper advertising. He bred them to use and not to sell. The very fact that he said so little left open a fertile field for others who secured a grain of truth and then wrote a good story around it.
It would be of little use to attempt to review all that has been said to little avail on the subject, but I will briefly refer to a part of it.
Not so long ago a writer stated that Billy Lohman furnished Mahoney with some  of  the Gilkerson  fowl that whipped him (Mahoney) at Syracuse  after that main and  that a cross of  these on  the Mahoney Ross fowl produced  the Gulls.
About ten years ago a writer, talking of the Gulls,  stated that their origin was from the Gilkerson  fowl and  that  the  latter  started  from  the Derby. He further states that “you might as well ask the ‘winds’,” as Mahoney as to their other  blood. He  goes on, however, and outlines his own theory as  to the source from which they came. Here it is: An English jockey known as “little English George” came to Hamilton, Ont., to ride for John Martin. He brought with him some pure Derbys. A cocker by the name of Reid fought some of them in a main and Mahoney saw it and was so impressed with them that he wanted some. He finally bought a cock known as  the “Old Fairy Cock” and two hens for  $50. This was the start of the strain.
In 1912 another writer stated in Grit and Steel that the Gulls did not have a drop of Whitehackle blood in them.
One often  sees  the Ross Gulls referred to, and  as I didn’t know the distinction between  these and the straight Gulls I started out to determine if there was any difference. I found one writer who recently stated in Grit and Steel that the Ross fowl got their name because Denny had a valuable cock stolen at the time of the nationwide search for the kidnaped boy, Charley Ross, and that later the cock was returned and was named for the lost boy and was a brood cock which perpetuated the strain which became known as Ross Gulls.
A late historian in writing of the Gulls disclaims all knowledge of their blood origin except that he is sure they have a cross of Whitehackle in them.
In the early days of the Feathered Warrior a versatile writer, apparently sighing for other worlds to conquer, pounced upon the Gulls and added some further embellishment to history. After making inquiry, as he stated, among Mahoney’s friends and acquaintances he deduced a  line of descent of which the following seems to be a fair statement:
About 1860 John Mulholland imported from the North of Ireland two strains of fighting fowl, one gray and the other black-red. He gave  the  latter to Mahoney and they were the ancestors of the Gulls. He goes into the matter to great length, however, and says that about a year before his death Mahoney told him  “in  the  course  of our conversation * * * ‘The Gulls came from Dromore, County of Down.’ ” Then it is conjectured whether they were bred as imported or crossed with other fowl. Finally reference is made to the Reid stock. Here  is what was “said” to have happened. Denny rented five cocks from Reid for $5 apiece if they won, and nothing if they lost. Three of them were impressive winners. Mahoney wanted some of the stock to breed and so he bought a hen for  $15. She was bred to one of the Reid cocks, but she laid nothing but  soft-shelled eggs that season, therefore no chicks were secured. At this point where “the memory of man runneth not to the contrary” no further facts were available, so it was “presumed he bred her to the Irish cock, and from them the Gulls were obtained, as  the  hen was  known as a ‘gull hen.”
Then the writer discusses the name and its origin. It is considered probable that the cocks as cut out for battle bore such a resemblance to the gulls flying up  the Genessee river toward Rochester, N. Y., from Lake Ontario that the appropriateness of the name became apparent and stuck  from then on. As a further probable reason for the name it was recalled that at about that time a pugilist  by the name of Gulley was very popular in England  and  that  his name, shortened to Gull, may have been used to perpetuate the memory and fame of both the man and the birds.
As a matter of fact there was a strain of cocks in the western part of New York state some years  ago known  and  fought under  the name Gulleys,  and Mahoney fought against a full main of them  at least once, but I know no reason  to think they were crossed onto the Gulls. It might be that Mahoney fought  them  at  some  time,  as  he  did  a great deal of fighting, and they are more liable to be the fowl to which the last writer above is referring.
The same writer continues with a discussion of the Ross fowl. Apparently he knows little about them. Of course it is a well known fact that there must be a reason for everything, and a poor one is better  than none. So  the writer continues  with  this  offshoot,  as  he  calls  them,  of  the  Gulls.  He  says  that Mahoney  had  a  small Gull  stag  stolen  and  he  searched  for  him  for weeks.
Finally he found him, and a friend who was present in the bar-room said that Denny said, “Here is  the long lost Charlie Ross.” The  name  stuck and  he became the progenitor of that strain or offshoot of the Gulls. He was the lightweight  in a main against Tom O’Neal and after he won his  battle Mahoney held him up to the crowd and  stated that this was his twenty-first victory (no less) and he never would fight him again.
When P. W. Carew was editing the Game Breeder at Toledo, Ohio, he was breeding and selling game chickens. He was a friend of Mahoney’s and at different  times  received  fowls of all  the strains  that Denny bred as presents.
He kept after Mahoney for a history of his fowls, but it was some time before he could get any results. Of course, it will immediately occur to anyone why he wanted to print this  in his paper when he was  selling the fowl. Finally Mahoney “came across,” if I may be pardoned the slang, and sent him what, so far as I have been able to discover, is the only article written by Mahoney on his fowl’s breeding in existence. This article was reprinted in the Breeder once at a later date if not oftener. The original article appeared in November, 1892. It has been copied in other game  journals but has apparently escaped the eye of some of the historians above, or else they would have made some changes in their manuscript.
It was sent to Grit and Steel and reprinted in April, 1910. It was furnished at  that  time  by Mr.  Frank Wilson of  Faun Grove,  Pa., who, if I am not mistaken, had some of the Mahoney stock from Carew. I believe Mr. Wilson still breeds game fowl. In setting forth the original article as printed  in  the Breeder I am quoting at length.
Here it is:
Gulls and Genet Pyles.
Ed. Breeder:—Yours of recent date to hand, and in reply to your queries in reference to the Gulls and Genet Pyles, will say that those parties who claim they  have  the  Ross  Gulls,  and  received  them from  one  “Col.  Ross,”  are frauds. The Gulls and Ross are the same strain, only the difference in name.
About twenty-seven years ago I fought several cocks  which  I  received from a man by  the name of Baird, residing in Toronto, Canada, and  fought his fowl for three or four years. Among them was a fine brown-red, white-leg cock, which Baird called the “Gull,” and this cock was grandsire to the cock “Charley Ross.” I never made any inquiries about the Gull, and Baird died several years ago, and I believe  in his day he had as good  fowl as any man owned.
Now, in regard to “Charley Ross” taking that name, it was at the time there was such excitement about the boy, Charley Ross. I had a young man by the name of William McNiece helping condition and care  for my  fowl, and  the cock having won a good many battles  this young man named him “Charley Ross,” and  that  is  just how he got  the name. The Ross and Gull  fowl were black-red, with yellow and white  legs. Of course, I did  some crossing back and forth, and some will show willow legs now.
In regard to the Genet Pyles, or “Nigger” Pyles, as they used to be called: They got their name from a “gentleman ob colah” who raised them in Jersey for Harry Genet. Mr. Genet was quite a politician, and  being  in with  the Tweed  gang was forced to flee the  country  at  the  time of  Tweed’s arrest.
Prior to leaving the country he presented a trio  of  his Pyles to a Mr. Wadsworth, of Genesee, Livingston  county, N. Y.,  about  thirty miles from Rochester, and he, Wadsworth, gave them to Henry Faulkner, of Danville, N. Y. I was working a horse, “Tom Walters,” for Faulkner at that  time, and of course I could get anything  I wanted  from him in the fowl line, and that is how I got the Genet Pyles. I had seen them fought  in New York for  years before that, and I must say that they are  the best pit  fowl  I have ever  seen.
One thing remarkable about them, I never saw a blind Genet Pyle lose a fight if he could stand up; the best blind fighters in existence today, if I do say it. I do not know of anything else to say, as you have as good an idea about them as though I filled two pages of the Breeder.

DENNIS MAHONEY.
I have not written this to start any “hilarity,” but am setting forth the facts and  those who read can use their own judgment. I know no reason to doubt Mahoney’s sincerity in the matter, and he should know what he is talking about. The usual result of anyone’s statement on a question of this kind is like the declaration of a Roman holiday, but here is hoping no casualties result. I am making no final conclusions. Help yourselves. 

MAHONEY GULLS.
BY E. R. CARPENTER
To begin with, let me hasten to assure the readers that I am not writing for advertising  purposes. I have carried an advertisement regularly in Grit  and Steel  for many years, and this has always  sold all the birds I could spare.
When I quit using paid advertising space I shall quit selling birds.
Having read the article by E. J. Lake, published in February Grit and Steel, I am surprised that Mr. Lake fails to support his many statements by reference and dates. Such dates as he attempts are so palpably erroneous that it would be an error  to all  interested in game fanciers to let  the  article go without comment, in that he purposely or unintentionally  neglects to throw any light upon the origin or “Blood Lines” of the Mahoney fowls, which, of course, today are accepted as  the  Gulls and  Commodores.  While  not apologizing for Mr. Lake, his mistake, it occurs to the writer, arises naturally from his limited information, based upon the undated letter, assumed to have been written by Dennis Mahoney. The unfortunate feature of the Mahoney letter is the total absence of any data, whatever,  upon  the very  important essential of the  blood  lines of the cocks obtained from Baird, Toronto, Canada, and their crosses.
The writer hopes  that  the  subjoined  information  may  place at rest  all controversies concerning the Mahoney fowls and their progenitors.
Just after the Civil War in 1866 and 1867, Mahoney was living  in Rochester, New York, and was working  in New York City with Bud Doble.
They had a stable of horses, one horse in particular, was Dexter, the greatest harness horse of his day. Dexter was owned at this time by Robert Bonner of New York City. Mahoney’s, Doble’s  and  Bonner’s main quarters were at John Morrsey’s Ginn Mill, as it was called in those days, at Summit Street and Hamilton Avenue, South Brooklyn, New York. Denny had cocks from John  Morrsey,  John  Maholland  and  Harry Genet. This was the greatest combination of cocks ever in New York City. In 1868 Denny was working a horse for McCarthy of Dunkirk, New York, by name of “Bay Tom,” at the Brown and Kenilworth tracks, at Buffalo, New York. Denny had fought many of McCarthy’s cocks years before  this  and  obtained what  fowls McCarthy had. These Pure Irish Derbys McCarthy  brought direct from Ireland in the fifties. Denny had many friends in Buffalo, New York, and Toronto and Kingston, Canada.
Medcliff, a great cocker and breeder, had many of Mahoney’s Irish Derbys and was breeding cocks for Mahoney at  this time. In 1869 Mahoney got many cocks from Tom Baird, of Toronto. These were  Earl Derbys, which Medcliff  claimed Baird brought  from England in 1862. Mahoney, in 1870, crossed one of these Baird cocks to his Irish Derbys.  This  proved  a  nick.
From these he bred a cock, when a stag, that won many battles, and as a cock was a repeated winner. This was  the cock Mahoney called his Charlie Ross, and being the first named “Gull” and first named “Ross.” In 1875, Kilcourse had this cock one season to breed to Mahoney Irish Derby hens. From 1875 Medcliff had this cock until he died. Medcliff and Kilcourse passed this blood back and  forth until 1884. “Hank” Rice was devoted to following the circuit and shoeing trotters for Mahoney. Denny presented  Rice,  uncle  to writer, many of his best cocks and tested hens. As Mahoney could have all stags  raised at  any  time he  desired  them,  it  was  in  this  way  that  the combination  of  breeders  could  keep  these  old fowls  at  top  notch  shape  by infusing  blood back  and  forth  from  each  other’s  yards hence the  “Gulls.”
Just why they were called Gulls Rice never seemed to state, but undoubtedly from the Baird fowl.
Long before Mahoney ever moved to Buffalo he had cocks they later called his Commodores.  These he obtained from John Maholland, John Morrsey and Harry Genet. This was the best combination ever entered the Philadelphia Cocking Club; John Maholland Grays from Ireland; John Morrsey’s brass back Irish fowls; Harry Genet Pyles.  It would make a  long story to write history of all these men. Morrsey, New York, old-timers should know much about. He was a great, gentle, fighter. He fought Heenan at Crown Point, Canada, and Heenan defeated him. Morrsey quit fighting and later was elected to the Congress of New York State. Genet said his fowls were white Georgians, brought from the South to the North and crossed on Earl Derbys. This made a beautiful Pyle fowl (white Georgians and Earl Derby cross) and great cocks for short heels. Denny had many of these Pyle cocks  long before Genet was  ever mixed  up in Bill Tweed’s  arrest. After Tweed’s arrest, Genet left New York and was never heard from again, as  to my  knowledge. Mahoney got all his knowledge from that old New York bunch of cockers and Maholland taught him his  best cocking  knowledge.
Denny was a feeder and handler. He never bred fowls. He could get furnished cocks from any man. He got many cocks for short mains. But when Mahoney wanted a main for real money he got his cocks from his old reliable breeders like Medcliff, Kilcourse, and Rice, that had his Gulls  and Commodores  at that time.
The Gull and Commodore of today, in color, appearance, characteristic marks and action in battle correspond exactly with all authentic accounts of the  originals.  At  the  request  of Grit  and  Steel,  J  can  furnish  any  details concerning the right records of these celebrated cocks.
Permit me to state, in conclusion, that my uncle, “Hank” Rice, aroused my interest many years ago in game cocks, and started me in business in Potter county. The relations between my uncle and Mr. Mahoney were of the most confidential character, and the Gulls  and Commodore fowls thus passed to my uncle. At the death  of my uncle I acquired, by  purchase, all the game birds he owned, and while others may guess what  they possess of  the Gulls and Commodore fowls, I know what I have.