The Cockpit Ain't A Bar.

Wagering on cock fighting and on dog fighting, two of the most honorable small town pastimes of past *cough* eras. Years ago there was a well known dog fighting pit in the eastern part of the county. I think that after some bad PR (perhaps it was the cy-dog breeding) in the late 70s the cops finally were forced by the public to shut it down. I don’t know if that really stopped the fights or just drove them further underground. Less a question, and more an open secret would be the profusion trailers with yards filled with blue barrels, each chaining it’s own rooster. Now, I’ve never been invited to a cock fight. Wrong circles. I don’t know they happen too often. But I do suspect that Knox County isn’t know nationwide for breeding amazing chickens. Thicker thighs, meatier breasts, redder combs, don't come knocking around here. The houses that most usually sport the blue barrel infestation are the same ones that are later pictured in the paper for their propensity to chemically abuse cough medicines.

They shore is priddy though.