A little history

I come from a long line of rednecks. I dont know near as much about my moms side of the family as I would like. She was youngest of a very large family and we lived along way (back when I was a kid it seemed long) from most of her family and did not get to know her side that well. My loss I am sure. On my dads side was a different story. Grandpa Louis Koch taught me how to trap and fish at a very young age. I often think I am more like my grandpa than anyone else in the family. He died to early in life and I miss him much. Dad taught me hunting, and gave me the chance to learn to love animals. We had chickens, goats, sheep, coon dogs, and horses about all the time. I can remember when I was a youngster we had a few game chickens running around the barn all the time. I recall dad telling how them chickens came to be also. Seems like in Elk City they had a livestock auction barn and a weekly sale. Dad said the owner of the sale barn had lots of games running around. One day at the sale while out back looking at what was to run through the ring dad came across a nest full of eggs in a hay bunk and swiped them. He took these eggs home and placed them under a broody hen he had. The rest is history. I think maybe me and dad are the same when it comes to the game chickens. It isn't about the pit fighting and things of that venue. It is about a bird that will give its life to defend what is his by right. I raise game fowl because I believe they are the most  honorable animal there is. I will never know for sure, but I believe that is why dad kept them around also.