I was visiting my grandpa's farm, I was 7 or 8 years old and he sent me in the coop to collect the eggs. I went in started collecting the eggs and got nailed by the rooster. I got spurred in the legs, butt, he rode my back all the way out the coop.
I went and told grandpa what happened, he cleaned my scrapes and scratches and explained to me that is what the 2x4 outside the coop is for. Take it in the coop, shake it at him, and don't turn your back on him and he won't bother you.
Next day, I did as was told, got into the coop started collecting the eggs with Mr. rooster just eyeing my up, and he charges. Now me being a budding baseball player and not wanting to experience the day before again, I protected myself with a big swing of the 2x4. Mr. rooster went flying across the coop, hit the fence and layed limp. I just killed grandpa's rooster!!!!
I went in to tell grandpa what happened, wondering which willow stick he was going to use on me. He came out to see what happened and there was Mr. rooster struting his stuff, eyeing me up again waiting for the second inning. I just knocked him out. My grandpa had a laugh, we went in and got the eggs together.
For ther rest of the summer, Mr. rooster and I had an understanding that I had a 2x4 and would use it to collect the eggs, but it was his girls and his coop and if I turned my back on him or tried to pick up one of his girls he would challange me to a dual. It was a very uneasy truce, but it lasted as long as I kept an eye on him and the 2x4 between us.
Cory