I think good roosters are luck of the draw. My best two have been a Wyandotte and a Black Copper Marans.
But your thread title made me laugh. I had five roosters this year and narrowed it down to two. Humperdinck, a handsome Bielefelder, and Steve, a Polish who was just too stupid to eat. One day a red tailed hawk came down and buzzed my hens while I was out in the yard. Humperdinck sounded one sharp alarm yip and immediately led all of the hens under the henhouse. Steve ran around the yard in circles squawking for about 30 seconds and then dove under the porch.
Guess who's alive and who is soup.