gregintenn
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I just got into a fight today. I was putting the bush hog on my tractor when I was accosted by a nest of wasps.
They won.
They won.
My Last Fight
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Growing up in a eastern Montana cow town meant that Friday night was for drinking, chasing and fighting. Got older and spend some time bouncing a Disco between oil rig jobs, when those were a thing. Mostly in those days it was all in good fun.
Moved away from that my home town in my mid 30s and never had another fist fight.
Moved away from that my home town in my mid 30s and never had another fist fight.
I have only been in two fist fights in my life. Both could have been easily avoided and no one walked away the winner.
Sistema1927
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My last fight was actually a set of two fights.
We returned stateside when I was starting 7th grade, and it was quite a culture shock to be dumped into an El Paso Junior High School after 4 years in Military dependent schools in England. That first day was a living hell. I was tormented continually by a smaller boy, and I was probably throwing off indicators that I would be an easy target.
After school, I ran into him and a bunch of his buddies. He tore into me, and I didn't fight back due to the fact that doing so overseas was going to not only get a reprimand at school, but also that Dad's chain-of-command would be notified.
After he had beaten me pretty badly, I was in tears for most of the long walk home. However, I determined not to let Mom and Dad know, and to never experience the same ever again.
Next day, after school he had assembled an even larger audience. As soon as he began I fought back like a tiger, giving him more than enough recompense for the day before. I continued to beat him into submission far longer than I should have. I never had any trouble from him, or from anyone else after that, since I had determined that I was never again going to suffer the humiliation of the first beating.
Funny thing, that kid and I became pretty good friends in High School.
We returned stateside when I was starting 7th grade, and it was quite a culture shock to be dumped into an El Paso Junior High School after 4 years in Military dependent schools in England. That first day was a living hell. I was tormented continually by a smaller boy, and I was probably throwing off indicators that I would be an easy target.
After school, I ran into him and a bunch of his buddies. He tore into me, and I didn't fight back due to the fact that doing so overseas was going to not only get a reprimand at school, but also that Dad's chain-of-command would be notified.
After he had beaten me pretty badly, I was in tears for most of the long walk home. However, I determined not to let Mom and Dad know, and to never experience the same ever again.
Next day, after school he had assembled an even larger audience. As soon as he began I fought back like a tiger, giving him more than enough recompense for the day before. I continued to beat him into submission far longer than I should have. I never had any trouble from him, or from anyone else after that, since I had determined that I was never again going to suffer the humiliation of the first beating.
Funny thing, that kid and I became pretty good friends in High School.
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Rusty: I know you can post Bobby Bares song The Winner, a lot
of truth in that song.
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I was a little guy in school so I got picked on quite a bit. Being half Okinawan growing up in the 60’s and 70’s didn’t help either.
I started playing football in the 7th grade. I was pretty good but I got hurt a few times. My coach suggested that I start lifting weights and put some muscle on. So I did. I was still picked on but as I grew stronger and learned how fight, the picking ended.
Naturally I had the little man attitude. I never started a fight but never walked away from one either. I had been in several fights. Nobody won. We both walked away not wanting to do it again.
In my late twenties I became a bouncer at a Northern California night club. It was like high school all over again. The big guys would pick at me. “If I kick your butt, I can have your job right?”
I would tell them they could have my job and laugh. That would diffuse the situation. Some of the guys found out the hard way. To them just because I was 5’ 9” meant that I was a wimp. Not realizing that I could bench press 300 pounds, had great balance and quickness, and a low center of gravity, I felt I had the advantage. But it didn’t hurt to have two other bouncers that were both 6’ 9” and 300 pounds.
I worked that job part time for a year and a half. After the second time I was cut with a knife, my wife made me quit. Stupidest thing I ever did was to take that job. My last fight was there. Again, nobody won.
I started playing football in the 7th grade. I was pretty good but I got hurt a few times. My coach suggested that I start lifting weights and put some muscle on. So I did. I was still picked on but as I grew stronger and learned how fight, the picking ended.
Naturally I had the little man attitude. I never started a fight but never walked away from one either. I had been in several fights. Nobody won. We both walked away not wanting to do it again.
In my late twenties I became a bouncer at a Northern California night club. It was like high school all over again. The big guys would pick at me. “If I kick your butt, I can have your job right?”
I would tell them they could have my job and laugh. That would diffuse the situation. Some of the guys found out the hard way. To them just because I was 5’ 9” meant that I was a wimp. Not realizing that I could bench press 300 pounds, had great balance and quickness, and a low center of gravity, I felt I had the advantage. But it didn’t hurt to have two other bouncers that were both 6’ 9” and 300 pounds.
I worked that job part time for a year and a half. After the second time I was cut with a knife, my wife made me quit. Stupidest thing I ever did was to take that job. My last fight was there. Again, nobody won.
DeathGrip
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A couple more beers and I'll tell you how much of a BA I was. 
Truth is, I've been real lucky. I don't brag and it isn't what defines me as a man.
Truth is, I've been real lucky. I don't brag and it isn't what defines me as a man.
A couple more beers and I'll tell you how much of a BA I was.
Truth is, I've been real lucky. I don't brag and it isn't what defines me as a man.
Tell us how you really feel.
DeathGrip
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Tell us how you really feel.
About like your story except I was a string bean in school.
Grayfox
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I honestly don't remember the last fight I was in. I do have some rather vague recollections of various drunken bar room brawls back in my young and dumb Army days. But details escape me.
I have come close a few times since then. In fact a couple would have likely ended in a killing. But thankfully, common sense and cooler heads prevailed.
I have come close a few times since then. In fact a couple would have likely ended in a killing. But thankfully, common sense and cooler heads prevailed.
My last really wasn’t a fight. We were called to a disturbance with several intoxicated individuals. Upon arrival we identified the ones needing to go. There were four or five as I recall. A couple decided to bow up, my guy was thinking about it but was drunk enough for me to take him to the ground and I got him cuffed, looked up to see if anyone needed assistance and everyone had their guy in custody as well.
SC_Mike
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I haven't had enough to drink to start talking 'bout all that. Probably never will.
I did however break up one, between various aged kids in my neighborhood most HS age some younger. They were circled up two in the middle when I drove by, I turned around drove back and stopped got out, one kid had a bloody nose and most of the rest ran off through the woods. The thing that stands out is there was one kid on crutches and I remember him "windmilling" those crutches as fast as he could through the woods.
It's hard to be serious and laugh at the same time.
I did however break up one, between various aged kids in my neighborhood most HS age some younger. They were circled up two in the middle when I drove by, I turned around drove back and stopped got out, one kid had a bloody nose and most of the rest ran off through the woods. The thing that stands out is there was one kid on crutches and I remember him "windmilling" those crutches as fast as he could through the woods.
It's hard to be serious and laugh at the same time.
About like your story except I was a string bean in school.
I’m willing to bet the Army fixed that for ya.
DeathGrip
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I’m willing to bet the Army fixed that for ya.
Still thin but solid.
carpriver
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I did not want to quote this messageInteresting topic. Per the requested subject I'll just go into details of my last fight. Actually it wasn't a fight. but just a punch. But I'd like to preface my story with a comment or two about myself.
Never was a big man. 5'5" and when I was in the service I weighed about 130 to 135 lbs. Serving with the Marines it was bound to happen. You take a bunch of guys that spend the day learning how to kill and maim and then send them out into town to get drunk; that can get interesting. I learned a few things during that time.
Never go into a fight mad. I mean not so furious you can't use your head and cover up. I learned that one the hard way. Another thing I learned is that when every one else is bigger and stronger your best hope is to go first and go hard. I always felt justified in doing that. It was no guarantee and sometimes it didn't work but sometimes it did.
So, Move the clock up about 30 years, I was 52 years old and my wife and I were fishing on a big pier on the Galveston sea wall. It's pretty high up off the water so I had one of those drop nets with a long rope on it for getting bigger fish up onto the pier. Miss Pam hooked into a nice redfish and I turned around to get the net.
It was gone.
Some people said that a guy came running up from the T head looking for a net to get his fish up and he took mine and ran back to get his fish.
I went down to the T head and it was leaning against the hand rail. I asked "Who was using this net?" A guy that was about 30 something, maybe 5'10 inches 180 lbs said, I borrowed it up on the font of the pier. I said, "No, you stole it." He wanted to argue about it. I told him when you take someones porperty with out asking and don't bring it back they call that stealing. And that my wife missed a good fish because we had no net.
I asked him if he just woke up fishing on the pier or did he plan on fishing. If you plan on fishing BRING YOUR OWN NET. THat is what I do.
He said well you don't have to be such and *** **** about it. I said. "you haven't seen the *** **** yet but it's comin'. He set his face and closed his hands and I hit him in the throat. Hard.
He was on his back holding his throat and trying to breath and talk and get up. I told him to stay down until I got my net and went back to the front of the pier.
He just looked at me but didn't say anything. I waited a moment to make sure and then got my net and went back up front. About a half hour later he and his friends were leaving and as they got close to me he was giving me the eye. I was wearing a 9" fillet knife and I laid my had casually on the handle and held his eyes. I was afraid he was going to go for it but he didn't. That was okay with me.
I haven't thrown a punch since then. I'm too old to fight now. I carry a gun.
My last fight was pretty one sided. I was probably in my early 40s. A young guy around 20 was trying to steal a barbecue grill, and I stopped him. He left, but . . .
A few hours later I was on my knees assembling a display when a voice behind me said, "Sir, could you tell me where the restroom is?" I started to turn toward him still on my knees when a flurry of fists hit me in the face and head. I went down completely, but came up fighting. When I started fighting back he ran, and there was no way a 40 something year old man was going to catch a twenty year old kid. (I did try, though.) Never saw him again, and that was okay with me.
A few hours later I was on my knees assembling a display when a voice behind me said, "Sir, could you tell me where the restroom is?" I started to turn toward him still on my knees when a flurry of fists hit me in the face and head. I went down completely, but came up fighting. When I started fighting back he ran, and there was no way a 40 something year old man was going to catch a twenty year old kid. (I did try, though.) Never saw him again, and that was okay with me.
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carpriver
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My last 2 fights
I was a new kid in school, I was in the tenth grade, this one guy kept bumping into me all week, I finely ask him if he had a problem, he said when are you going to fight me, I said I wasn't he said I will make you, so after school I was getting on my bus to go home he came running past me and smacked me in the back of the head. it forced me to my knees. this was Friday afternoon.
Monday when I got to school I went and stood my the door into the school. I saw him coming and walk up to him looking into his eyes I gave him a straight hard punch to the Adam's apple. He went down to his knees trying to get his breath. we never spoke to each other again the entire time in school.
About 15years ago we were camping in a remote state forest campground. There was a group of people camping near us it was about midnight, the rest of the campers were in the tents or campers. I had had enough of there noise and swearing. I walked over to there camp site and a man came out to meet me I asked if the would hold the noise down, and he said sure . I walked back to my camp. I could hear one voice getting really loud, saying no one was going to tell him to shut up. He came to my camp site walk in and said he was going to knock the **** out of who ever told him tp shut up. I asked him to leave, he said you told me to shut up I said I asked your group to not be so loud. He raised his hand I hit him in the Adams apple as hard as I could he dropped to his knees and two of his friend came and dragged him back to there campsite. the camp was quite the rest of the night.
I thought I might of hit him to hard he might die. the rest of the weekend was very relaxing.
I was a new kid in school, I was in the tenth grade, this one guy kept bumping into me all week, I finely ask him if he had a problem, he said when are you going to fight me, I said I wasn't he said I will make you, so after school I was getting on my bus to go home he came running past me and smacked me in the back of the head. it forced me to my knees. this was Friday afternoon.
Monday when I got to school I went and stood my the door into the school. I saw him coming and walk up to him looking into his eyes I gave him a straight hard punch to the Adam's apple. He went down to his knees trying to get his breath. we never spoke to each other again the entire time in school.
About 15years ago we were camping in a remote state forest campground. There was a group of people camping near us it was about midnight, the rest of the campers were in the tents or campers. I had had enough of there noise and swearing. I walked over to there camp site and a man came out to meet me I asked if the would hold the noise down, and he said sure . I walked back to my camp. I could hear one voice getting really loud, saying no one was going to tell him to shut up. He came to my camp site walk in and said he was going to knock the **** out of who ever told him tp shut up. I asked him to leave, he said you told me to shut up I said I asked your group to not be so loud. He raised his hand I hit him in the Adams apple as hard as I could he dropped to his knees and two of his friend came and dragged him back to there campsite. the camp was quite the rest of the night.
I thought I might of hit him to hard he might die. the rest of the weekend was very relaxing.
