Hey Eddie, look what I got!

[EddieWalker]

I'll have to admit that I never thought about water boarding roosters, but what the heck, I'll give it a try!!!

 

[s219]

I'll have to admit that I never thought about water boarding roosters, but what the heck, I'll give it a try!!!

:laughing:

 

[STx]

Eddie, I spend time with him at least 3 times per day. I'm making him.eat from my hand so he sees I'm the food source. He eats and as his belly gets full, he starts trying to hook me and charge me. He charges the cage every time I walk by. He's bipolar, sometimes he'll just relax and I can scratch his ears and rub his belly, other times he's just plain mean. I'm afraid he may just have a bad disposition, some animals just suck. He'll get some time to come around, I'm still hopeful he will, if not we'll eat him and I'll see if I can get another one to try again. I think the biggest difference is Oscar needed a bottle and this one didn't. It seems to be the common theme I hear from people that have made this work, they had to bottle feed theirs. I may have just gotten him a week too late.

 

[STx]

I'll have to admit that I never thought about water boarding roosters, but what the heck, I'll give it a try!!!

My wife knocked one stone cold out with a spatula one afternoon after attacked her at the grill. She was freaked because she thought she'd killed him but he slowly regained consciousness. The very next day, he attacked her again. That night he got taken off the roost and dealt with. I always try to pull them out at night, it's easier.

 

[rustyshakelford]

We had a rooster that would try and get after my 5yo son and Wife. He never tried anything with me for whatever but I got tired of them screaming. I took it 200yards across the creek and we played hunger games. If he came back towards the house I’d drop him with my .308. If he went to the woods he could live out his life. We told him, “May the odds forever be in your favor”. He ended up dying of lead poisoning.

Brett

 

[goeduck]

Sows easier to deal with as pets?

 

[EddieWalker]

One of my interests, and hopefully future endeavors, is to raise exotics. Over and over again I read about people who bottle raise male deer, or antelope, or goats, or whatever, and once they reach maturity, they attack people during breeding season. They look at people as a threat, and a challenge to their breeding the females. I got lucky with Oscar, but I don't really know why or how. Probably the bottle feeding him for a week helped. I also kept him in a pen for a very short time. First a small one next to the house that was probably four by ten. Then a bigger one under an oak tree with tons of acorns that was ten by 30. By the time he was six months old, I had let him go and he just stuck around. Except for that one time he got arrested, he never went far from the house unless he was following me around. Funny thing is that I wold try to sneak off without him seeing me, and eventually, he would find me no matter where I was on the land. I watched him once from a distance, and he was just like a blood hound on a scent trail. Where I left the path and walked next to the pond, he turned and did the same thing. Who knew pigs could smell so good as to follow your foot steps?

 

[Luke'sScreenName]

One of my interests, and hopefully future endeavors, is to raise exotics. Over and over again I read about people who bottle raise male deer, or antelope, or goats, or whatever, and once they reach maturity, they attack people during breeding season. They look at people as a threat, and a challenge to their breeding the females. I got lucky with Oscar, but I don't really know why or how. Probably the bottle feeding him for a week helped. I also kept him in a pen for a very short time. First a small one next to the house that was probably four by ten. Then a bigger one under an oak tree with tons of acorns that was ten by 30. By the time he was six months old, I had let him go and he just stuck around. Except for that one time he got arrested, he never went far from the house unless he was following me around. Funny thing is that I wold try to sneak off without him seeing me, and eventually, he would find me no matter where I was on the land. I watched him once from a distance, and he was just like a blood hound on a scent trail. Where I left the path and walked next to the pond, he turned and did the same thing. Who knew pigs could smell so good as to follow your foot steps?

Truffle hunters did!

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I was in the 4H club when I was raising Berkshires, first in Ardmore right where I-35 now crosses u.S. 70 and then just NE of Healdton, OK. I still have 16 ribbons I won, the first one a blue ribbon for a 300 pound barrow. Of course that was in the late '40s.:laughing:



I've posted this before on TBN, but I was 8 or 9 years old when we had a big old White Leghorn rooster that would attack me every chance he got. Dad thought it was funny, but told me to just grab his legs and dip him in the cows' water trough to break him of attacking me. So I did that; dipped him in the water and tossed him. But the next day he attacked again and that time I dipped him in the water and held him down in there and watched the bubbles for awhile. When I finally threw him as far as I could, he just landed in a heap and I first thought I'd killed him and knew Dad would be very mad. But then that old rooster started flopping around like a chicken with its head cut off, and finally got up and staggered off, much to my relief. But from that time on, that old rooster gave me a wide berth.

Seems like we have had some very similar experiences growing up. When I was about 4 or 5 years old, we lived in Eastern Oklahoma. Mom raised chickens, and yes...we had a mean old White Leghorn rooster that used to flog me without mercy. He would come up behind and jump up on my back and neck, flapping and scratching. One day I went out side to play and for some reason, I had my fishing rod with me. He came running up to confront me and I whacked him across the neck with the end of the rod. He made three of four more attempts, and finally figured he had met his match. He finally ended up in a pot of noodles.

 

[Sigarms]

He's bipolar, sometimes he'll just relax and I can scratch his ears and rub his belly, other times he's just plain mean. I'm afraid he may just have a bad disposition, some animals just suck. He'll get some time to come around, I'm still hopeful he will, if not we'll eat him and I'll see if I can get another one to try again.

Kind of ironic we can't do that with some people

Good luck, seems like you're giving him break, hopefully he'll take advantage of it.