We did the deed last night. We waited until dark, and then dispatched him before he even knew what was happening. It was my hardest chicken keeping decision yet and I'm still teary-eyed over it. It came down to the fact that I didn't have a good enough way to separate him and I no longer trusted him around my broodies and their chicks. Maybe they would have worked it out, or maybe I would have come home to dead chicks and an injured hen.
I might have been willing to take that chance had he been younger, with solid genetics and in great physical shape. But he had definitely lost a step and his genetics were always iffy -- I became increasing certain that he carried the tufted gene defect -- as I could not hatch eggs from his daughters due to high chick mortality. Had my replacement rooster worked out last year, Duke probably wouldn't have made it this far.
I'm comfortable I made the logical decision, but it was still very emotional for me. At least he had a good, long life. He outlived all but 1 of my original 15 chicken flock. RIP Duke.