‘It’s In Their Blood’
| Cockfighting Defenders Say Public
Doesn’t Get What It’s All About |
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By Kelly Jasper
ELKTON — Ronnie Miller had to ask.
“You’re not one of those animal rights folks, are you?”
Nope. Just a reporter.
“Good, ’cause you know, people are nervous,” he says late one night over the phone.
“They’re scared.”
A week later, he asks again, just to be sure. This time he’s leaning out the window of his old GM pickup, flicking cigarette ash to the gravel of a parking lot where he agreed to meet.
It’s a short drive to Miller’s home just north of Elkton’s town limits.
A few friends have gathered by his chicken coops. They’re grilling out tonight. A bonfire roars as the sun sets, and Miller and his friends sit under a carport that shades picnic tables and a refrigerator stocked with Pepsis.
About half are cockfighters. Or, at least half are willing to say so, and be identified in a newspaper story.
“There should be two, three hundred people lined up outside my door,” Miller says of the number of folks in the area that, he claims, fight chickens. But, he adds with a grin, “They’re not as game as their chicken.”
Posted: October 19th, 2007 under work.
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