Boles stepped into the pit, cradling his bull dog Asil in his arms. Bohn’s Shame (former NBA slam dunk champion) against Mr. To a pre arrange epic match between Mr.īohn of the California Game Farm and Mr. To the late 1980’s and to the “mother of all battles.” Or sumpin (?), probably or sumpin (?). So now let’s move forward, Alright, way forward. Boles lucked out again, but I shook his hand anyway. All I could think was in all the commotion and unbearable noise and second hand smoke, he’d had a heart attach or something. Just then I caught my breath but I realized I swallowed my chewing gum when my Hatch cock drop like a rock. My Hatch cock shot out of my hands and exploded into a shuffle that drove the big ugly, jug-headed, missing link SOB across the pit and into the pit wall. But that’s probably because they were having trouble keeping their balance as the wagers were pushing, shoving, shouting in a frantic and uncivilized manner for anyone foolish enough to wager on me. Boles’ eyes and could have sworn a saw a tinge of fear – well everyone at pitside didn’t see it that way. Boles, my name is Sue, how do you do,? Naw, I didn’t do that but I did ask him if he had a cock to hack before the derby. So I walked up to him before the derby and said, Mr. I knew he was a legend even then so why not try to whip a legend.
When I was nineteen in the late 1960’s, I was at a derby Mr. Boles’ Asil crosses was to drop a cock in the first buckle and not be mad. The worst characteristic I witnessed of Mr. Boles accepted the some what outcast image and flourished against the best cocks his era could throw at him and make winning look easy. His dedication to these Asil crosses was unshakeable.
Boles insight into his particular Asil family and their crosses was masterful. Boles, at times, faced more than a feathered opponent, which in time, made him seem a bit cynical and suspicious of everyone. Boles’ Oriental crosses dropped their opponents so quick it didn’t seem fair. Boles drove up to the pit I watched entries load their cocks back into their vehicles and leave! They wanted to save their money. The Bobby Boles entry was the most feared entry to ever compete. By Jim Todd - The Gamecock Magazine, March 2000, p.
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