DOGFIGHTING: A sport of Kings and Queens

Though I may be in the minority, I feel that dogfighting is wholesome, educational, family entertainment for kids of all ages.

There's nothing quite like taking the wife and kids to an exciting Saturday night dogfight, watching the glee in my children's eyes while two vicious, hulking canine beasts, their muscles rippling with adrenaline, tear each other to pieces, fighting to their glorious deaths in the pit like latter-day animal gladiators.

The excitement builds when the dogmen arrive after sundown; often driving expensive SUVs pulling custom trailers containing their prized fighting dogs. One by one the contenders are led from the trailers while others look on in admiration, some among them wishing that they too were dogmen. Others size up the contenders, determining the amount they will place in bets.

Bookmakers, quickly jotting odds on small chalkboards, start collecting money as enthusiastic bettors yell, "Two thousand on Imperator," or "Put me down for five hundred bucks on Lucky Lady."

Victory or death is the nature of the sport of dogfighting, each dogman, thousands invested in the breeding, training and care of his fighter, petting and giving his beloved champion animal encouragement before they are placed in the pit. A referee is in the pit before the fight; his job is to start the contest by placing the dogs within fighting distance of each other before the scratch line. Once the fight starts, the referee stays in the pit and enjoys the spectacle, watching for one of the dogs to turn.

Illustrating the educational value of the family sport of dogfighting, one evening while watching two dogs in a particularly bloody match, my youngest son asked me what were those purplish veiny things hanging from the belly of one contender.

"They're intestines son," I replied, admiring the dying canine's gameness as it continued to fight on, unto the death. At another match, my eldest son smiled and watched in amusement while a dog called King Odin, blinded in both eyes during the fight, clumsily latched on to the right foreleg of the opponent. Using all his strength, King Odin clamped down and bit the leg off at the shoulder, tearing the joint from the socket. Staring in astonishment with the rest of the crowd, I had never seen such incredible power come from the jaws of a game bull terrier. Curiously, at the end of the match King Odin, though blinded and ostensibly retired due to his injuries, was declared the winner, while the opposing animal, a three year old, four time champion bitch called Silver Streak, bled to death in one corner of the pit.

Another plus with regard to dogfighting is the community atmosphere promoted by the sport; friendly neighbors and fellow church members all gathering around the pit for conversation, good food, and entertainment. Many of the wives make tasty dishes to bring to the dogfights, and cold kegs of Coors and Budweiser are always a welcome addition. The local police chief often brings these beverages, along with coolers of soft drinks for the kids.

Dogfighting has been a part of American culture since before the beginning of the Republic, and is as American as apple pie and the 4th of July. Thomas Jefferson, Paul Revere and Benjamin Franklin were avid dogfighters, each keeping kennels of ferocious canines for their amusement, often pitting beasts from their kennels against each other in exciting contests of animal strength and endurance.

Drawing on the long history of the sport, I feel that some soul searching is in order, and after careful debate and reflection, it should be proposed that dogfighting be again made legal in all fifty states and territories of the United States of America.

Saying that recreating an illusion of killing is wholesome and "educational" you've abviously grown up in a violent condusing atmosphere. I find it sad when a person thinks they have a responsibility to the war in anyway(even simulation) This isnt teaching anything helpful to people, its just promoting violence

I think that dogfighting is sick and degrading. It would be like watching and paying to see two people fight to the DEATH. That is what dogfighting is about. I have worked in an animal shelter and have seen what dog fights do to the animals. Some are missing parts of their bodies and faces. No animal should be put through that! It destroys the kind gentle soul that they have and then in the end having to be put down because they were emotionally and physically broken. Whoever supports this behavior should be ashamed of themselves.

Dog fighting is harmless, and hell, I'd pay to see two people fight to the death! That would be cool!

...wow.....dhis is a ''strange''world'',tooo boot!!Nature is nature...I'S ''love'' all the creatures in the wild forest..Don't have to make th'm fight..Thankyous' all. GOD Bless. The hillbilly farmboy has spoken...

god is good natuer is good god made natuer

Sorry Ali, god doesn't exist, but dogfighting does, and it's here to stay. Just be tolerant of other's hobbies, get used to it, you may come to enjoy dogfighting.

LONG LIVE THE GREAT SPORT OF DOGFIGHTING!

GOD Bless ..''ALL'' the blue mountain forest creatures,toooo boooot!!Thankyou!!The hillbilly farmboy has spoken..now CALGARY STAMPEDE ..yodeling....eh....

PAUL SHYKORA wrote:

GOD Bless ..''ALL'' the blue mountain forest creatures,toooo boooot!!Thankyou!!The hillbilly farmboy has spoken..now CALGARY STAMPEDE ..yodeling....eh....

Hi Paul, it's Larry. It's good to see there are so many dedicated dogfight enthusiasts out there.

As for me, it's nearing 9 PM, and I'm off with the wife and kids to yet another exciting round of nightly dogfights. Blood and death will be everywhere, as this week concludes the final heats of the Pacific Northwest Championships!

Larry Anders wrote:

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Hi Paul, it's Larry. It's good to see there are so many dedicated dogfight enthusiasts out there.
As for me, it's nearing 9 PM, and I'm off with the wife and kids to yet another exciting round of nightly dogfights. Blood and death will be everywhere, as this week concludes the final heats of the Pacific Northwest Championships!

THANKYOUs' to Yous',toooo,tooooo booot!!!!..eh.But!!!Dog fights....hymmmmm....yikes!!!! ...eh....

this is one of the saddest story's I heard about animals

Larry Anders wrote:

Though I may be in the minority, I feel that dogfighting is wholesome, educational, family entertainment for kids of all ages.
There's nothing quite like taking the wife and kids to an exciting Saturday night dogfight, watching the glee in my children's eyes while two vicious, hulking canine beasts, their muscles rippling with adrenaline, tear each other to pieces, fighting to their glorious deaths in the pit like latter-day animal gladiators.
The excitement builds when the dog men arrive after sundown; often driving expensive SUV pulling custom trailers containing their prized fighting dogs. One by one the contenders are led from the trailers while others look on in admiration, some among them wishing that they too were dog men. Others size up the contenders, determining the amount they will place in bets.
Bookmakers, quickly jotting odds on small chalkboards, start collecting money as enthusiastic bettors yell, "Two thousand on Operator," or "Put me down for five hundred bucks on Lucky Lady."
Victory or death is the nature of the sport of dogfighting, each dog man, thousands invested in the breeding, training and care of his fighter, petting and giving his beloved champion animal encouragement before they are placed in the pit. A referee is in the pit before the fight; his job is to start the contest by placing the dogs within fighting distance of each other before the scratch line. Once the fight starts, the referee stays in the pit and enjoys the spectacle, watching for one of the dogs to turn.
Illustrating the educational value of the family sport of dogfighting, one evening while watching two dogs in a particularly bloody match, my youngest son asked me what were those purplish veiny things hanging from the belly of one contender.
"They're intestines son," I replied, admiring the dying canine's gameness as it continued to fight on, unto the death. At another match, my eldest son smiled and watched in amusement while a dog called King Odin, blinded in both eyes during the fight, clumsily latched on to the right foreleg of the opponent. Using all his strength, King Odin clamped down and bit the leg off at the shoulder, tearing the joint from the socket. Staring in astonishment with the rest of the crowd, I had never seen such incredible power come from the jaws of a game bull terrier. Curiously, at the end of the match King Odin, though blinded and ostensibly retired due to his injuries, was declared the winner, while the opposing animal, a three year old, four time champion bitch called Silver Streak, bled to death in one corner of the pit.
Another plus with regard to dogfighting is the community atmosphere promoted by the sport; friendly neighbors and fellow church members all gathering around the pit for conversation, good food, and entertainment. Many of the wives make tasty dishes to bring to the dogfights, and cold kegs of Coors and Budweiser are always a welcome addition. The local police chief often brings these beverages, along with coolers of soft drinks for the kids.
Dogfighting has been a part of American culture since before the beginning of the Republic, and is as American as apple pie and the 4th of July. Thomas Jefferson, Paul Revere and Benjamin Franklin were avid dog fighters, each keeping kennels of ferocious canines for their amusement, often pitting beasts from their kennels against each other in exciting contests of animal strength and endurance.
Drawing on the long history of the sport, I feel that some soul searching is in order, and after careful debate and reflection, it should be proposed that dogfighting be again made legal in all fifty states and territories of the United States of America.

OK do people really get their kicks off when they watch dogs fight to there death like grow up people!!!

Dude Larry U are just plain sick in my book. U are lower than dirt to me. If I had a choice between killing u and a cockroach, I would choose the cockroach any day or the week.

Jeff wrote:

Dude Larry U are just plain sick in my book. U are lower than dirt to me. If I had a choice between killing u and a cockroach, I would choose the cockroach any day or the week.

Hey Jeff - try a little proof reading before you post such misspelled silliness; you implied that you would kill the cockroach.

Oh well, perhaps that was your intention.

I tried my hand at dog fighting one time but they just wouldn't wear the stupid boxing gloves.

Dogfighting is rubbish,people just get hurt from them outraging beasts, I can show them smelly dogs to stop what there doing! If a dog ever bites your hand, rips your jeans, throws that sloppy ball at you just say to your mum or dad or the owner of the dog, I can't cope with the dog!!!!!!!! walk away after!

I agree with Larry. The pastor at my church has this amazing little bitch of a dog; Beagle/poodle mix, not even a pitbull can take this dog down. I've won literally hundreds of dollars on this dog. The best part is the bbq pork sandwhiches after the fighting's done.