I believe that in the long-knife, the most important ability that a rooster must possess is cutting ability. Take ‘cutting ability’ to mean the capability of a rooster to kill its opponent quickly (Hidalgo). In thePhilippines, there are instances when even roosters who are not dead game can still win a fight. This is because in slasher fighting, a single stroke can be enough to deliver a mortal blow.
Asils are known for their uncanny cutting ability. They are sometimes regarded as the ‘walking birds’—everytime they make a pass, they connect and they connect deep. A solitary hit is enough to maim or kill its opponent instantaneously. And this they do without any fancy shuffling or tattooing, as it is often called. With a nervous blood inherent in them, they are very cautious and wary when they fight. Thus, they don’t normally mix up with their opponent, rather, they gracefully sidestep and backpedal when circumstances warrant it.
Meanwhile, hennies are the subject of much debate in the cocking world today- the issue being whether they should be allowed to join derbies or not. Those who argue against their joining point to the henny’s deceptive looks that throws the regular rooster off his game. In most cases, the regular roosters would strut upon release when pitted against a henny—apparently thinking that the opponent is a hen. Hence, most of the time, the henny enjoys the first blow.
If my observations are on track, a fusion of the cutting ability of the asil and the deceptive looks of the henny would make for a superior pit warrior. As I look at my monstrous, callous-faced, dirt-looking asil-hennies, I have a recurring daydream which I’d like to share with you. Please indulge me on this: Imagine a handsome, imported sweater cock pitted against a henny. Upon release, this sweater rushes to the henny. However, upon seeing what looks like a hen instead of cock, it desists and instead struts in front of it with only one thing in mind—topping it. The henny, meanwhile, waits patiently for the sweater to be within striking distance. And when it did, it strikes its bone-crushing fatal blow that sends the sweater spiraling to its death, not even knowing what hit him. The asil-henny finishes its superb performance with relentless shuffling until the poor imported rooster succumbs and dies.
As I drift back to reality, I realize that this is really one of the reasons why I strive to develop and constantly improve my asil-hennies. Everyone of us wants to dominate this sport. I couldn’t care less if asil-hennies are ugly birds. After all, at the end of the day, what matters most is that they cut, and they win.
Asils are known for their uncanny cutting ability. They are sometimes regarded as the ‘walking birds’—everytime they make a pass, they connect and they connect deep. A solitary hit is enough to maim or kill its opponent instantaneously. And this they do without any fancy shuffling or tattooing, as it is often called. With a nervous blood inherent in them, they are very cautious and wary when they fight. Thus, they don’t normally mix up with their opponent, rather, they gracefully sidestep and backpedal when circumstances warrant it.
Meanwhile, hennies are the subject of much debate in the cocking world today- the issue being whether they should be allowed to join derbies or not. Those who argue against their joining point to the henny’s deceptive looks that throws the regular rooster off his game. In most cases, the regular roosters would strut upon release when pitted against a henny—apparently thinking that the opponent is a hen. Hence, most of the time, the henny enjoys the first blow.
If my observations are on track, a fusion of the cutting ability of the asil and the deceptive looks of the henny would make for a superior pit warrior. As I look at my monstrous, callous-faced, dirt-looking asil-hennies, I have a recurring daydream which I’d like to share with you. Please indulge me on this: Imagine a handsome, imported sweater cock pitted against a henny. Upon release, this sweater rushes to the henny. However, upon seeing what looks like a hen instead of cock, it desists and instead struts in front of it with only one thing in mind—topping it. The henny, meanwhile, waits patiently for the sweater to be within striking distance. And when it did, it strikes its bone-crushing fatal blow that sends the sweater spiraling to its death, not even knowing what hit him. The asil-henny finishes its superb performance with relentless shuffling until the poor imported rooster succumbs and dies.
As I drift back to reality, I realize that this is really one of the reasons why I strive to develop and constantly improve my asil-hennies. Everyone of us wants to dominate this sport. I couldn’t care less if asil-hennies are ugly birds. After all, at the end of the day, what matters most is that they cut, and they win.
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