Even though Oklahoma outlawed cockfighting back in 2002, we are occasionally reminded that the cruel and barbaric practice still thrives in certain parts of the state, usually in spots that have lower than normal literacy rates. In fact, the practice of breeding and training fighting cocks in Oklahoma looks like it’s never been stronger.
OKLAHOMA CITY (KFOR) – A former Oklahoma attorney general is asking federal prosecutors to look into allegations that local farms are trafficking birds to Guam for cockfighting.
On Tuesday, former Oklahoma Attorney General Drew Edmondson announced that he was asking U.S. Attorney Brian J. Kuester to investigate the allegations of trafficking animals to Guam, illegally possessing fighting animals, and engaging in other illegal conduct.
Officials say the request comes after an investigation by Animal Wellness Action and Animal Wellness Foundation.
Wow. It’s always nice to see the Oklahoma entrepreneurial spirit in action. What can we do to get these oppressed breeders some subsidies to help their business!
The organizations were able to obtain nearly 2,500 pages of avian shipping records from the Guam Department of Agriculture. The shipments indicate that the ratio of roosters to hens in the shipments was nearly 10 to 1 with some shipments being over 100 to 1.
The investigation revealed that three of the top five shippers of birds to Guam over a three-year period were in eastern Oklahoma. As a result, the organizations allege that Oklahoma “may be the cockfighting capital of the United States.”
Yep, move over oil, Oklahoma is now the “Cockfighting Capital of the United States.” This should really help Idabel’s chances of landing the World Cockfighting Hall of Fame.
Anyway, as a former longtime vegetarian and current animal lover, I still get a little squeamish on my occasional meat consumption. Breeding animals so they can have vicious death-matches is a whole other thing, and if these allegations are true, I hope the farms and traffickers are prosecuted to the fullest.
That said, there is a deep dark part of me that wants to go to some seedy rooster kumite just for the experience. You only live once, and the thought of being in a disgusting basement somewhere out in Tecumseh or Guam watching two birds with razor blades strapped to their feet trying to fuck each other up is a Lynchian nightmare that you could tell stories about for the rest of your life.