About a year after highschool I ran into my best friend from when I was 5 to 10 years old lost touch after I moved across town. Hung out with him off and on over a few months. Went to his uncle's house with him once. Several acres with blue plastic barrels cut out liks a dog house but each one had a rooster teathered with rope to its leg. In some out buildings were padded rooster shape fabric dummies in a short broom handle About a 8" to a foot. His uncle said the 4 shot in the shotgun was for Arial predators. I never made it to any of the events. Quit hanging out again after a short time. Different lifestyle I think he ended up in jail or prison. I know he stole a dirt bike and got caught after crashing it running from the owner when they recognized the bike. I have always been glad we moved. Every kid I grew up with in that neighborhood ended up in trouble it seems.

It was the first time Inknew (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) fighting was a big thing. My friend talked like he made a lot of money at them. He may have ot it could have been all talk. I never went so have no clue.