dogfighting

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, once the fight starts, the referee exits the pit and joins in the amusement.

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.

You either have your tongue firmly planted in your cheek or you're the sickest individual I've run across in a long time. Dogs are living things that have feelings and are capable of unconditional love to their owners. Maybe we should reap pleasure in watching you in a ring with another man being ripped to shreds, but I'll never lower myself to your level. I feel pity for you if you truly believe what you've written on this forum.

Hey Larry...you are being sarcastic, right? If not, I think DFACS should be notified for the sake of your children! Not to mention the fact that simply BEING at a dogfight is now illegal! Since I believe that you are surely being sarcastic, I can appreciate the method in which you brought this bloodsport to the attention to many who are not aware of how brutal and inhumane it actually is.

I love dogfighting!

With a redneck name like that, I'd expect as much.

I wanted to know since dogfighting is illegal why are white people allowed to kill poor deer and birds for game?

go away racist

Why are we allowed to kill deer? BECAUSE WE EAT THE MEAT!!!! When was the last time you enjoyed DOG you idiot!! The person who wrote this obiviously has some mental issues and was allowed to reproduce and if he wants to see something tear itself apart like that then why does he not put one of his kids in with the dogs and then we want have to worry about his contaminated offspring growing up just like him!

Have A Question___ wrote:

I wanted to know since dogfighting is illegal why are white people allowed to kill poor deer and birds for game?

you can eat deer and birds, not dogs i think people who enjoy this are very disturbed.

huh

Some people eat dogs arond the world.

got dogs wrote:

Some people eat dogs arond the world.

True, but they don't fight them first, anymore than cockfighters kill and eat chicken after a fight.