do you resemble your username?

I could be a Robert J. but I'm really not. I've stated this before, but actual name is Ken Pearl. I've just used RobertJ. as my handle since the early days of the 'net, and back when I had a real thing going for delta blues. It was my homage to one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century.

Here's me, just last summer, at one of my favorite places:
 

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I got a call about a fight in a rural bar, and a crazy man had run everyone out of the bar and was in there alone.

Bar fights weren't usually my beat as a Highway Patrolman, but I was the only LEO available in the county right then.
Being forewarned by the patrons and bar owner about what was going on, I put on my riot helmet and grabbed a riot baton.

When I went in, he had a pool cue and we went to war. He was too drunk to be very dangerous, but he weighed 295 and couldn't feel any pain.
I split his forehead open, (that really pissed him off) I broke his collar bone, and a couple of ribs, before he quit.

Iggy was a lone wolf mountain man type.
On the way to town, he said, "Damn, you're nasty with that stick!"

While he was in the hospital, I was his only visitor.
When he was released from the hospital, I took him to court and to jail. He got 30 days.
I was his only visitor.

When he got out of jail, I took him back to his mountain.

When he treed the bar again, they called me.
He would be on the fight until I walked in
He would say "Aw hell, I can't fight you, you're my friend." He would grin and hold out his hands for the cuffs.
From then on when Iggy got into trouble, they would call me on or off duty and I would go get him.
Over the years we became good friends.

I told him if he got drunk and killed someone in a car wreck I would never forgive him.

One day I was called to investigate a wreck on the mountain. It was Iggy, and he had run off the road and wrapped his car around a tree. He was pinned in the car. I crawled in the car with him.
He looked at me and said, "Chip, I didn't kill anyone else."

I said,"Yeh, Iggy, I know" and he died.

I was the only one at his funeral and I spread his ashes on his mountain.
People couldn't understand why I went to all the bother with someone like that.
All I could tell them was," Aw hell, Iggy was my friend.",





That was 50 years ago, but as time has passed, I have become more and more like Iggy than I like to admit.

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Stories like this is one the reasons I enjoy this forum so much. Thanks for sharing Iggy!
 
When I was quite a bit younger, I broke a lot of horses. I visited a friend's place and he had a monster stud horse that he said he couldn't break. After a LOT of whiskey, I convinced him that I was the guy to do it.

After a sprained ankle, bruised ribs, a black eye and a busted nose, I finally got up off the ground. And I was the Bourbon Cowboy. (Of course the Urban Cowboy movie made it funnier.)
 
Hey, Ken! You smiling 'cause you just stole somebody's watch?:D

Third one that day!

Actually, I'm smiling because if I don't, I wind up looking like my dad when he was in a bad mood! I have to remind myself not to do that!

Also, it's because when I first got up there, it was cloudy and you could barely see the crater. So, I drove back down to Coldwater Lake (six miles), ate lunch, then fished for a while. After the clouds blew away I went back up and the weather couldn't have been nicer. Next month I'll be making my yearly trek up there for a day of solitude and recreation.
 
When I was quite a bit younger, I broke a lot of horses. I visited a friend's place and he had a monster stud horse that he said he couldn't break. After a LOT of whiskey, I convinced him that I was the guy to do it.

After a sprained ankle, bruised ribs, a black eye and a busted nose, I finally got up off the ground. And I was the Bourbon Cowboy. (Of course the Urban Cowboy movie made it funnier.)

Reinforcing the old saying “great stories usually started with a bad decision”
 
When I was quite a bit younger, I broke a lot of horses. I visited a friend's place and he had a monster stud horse that he said he couldn't break. After a LOT of whiskey, I convinced him that I was the guy to do it.

After a sprained ankle, bruised ribs, a black eye and a busted nose, I finally got up off the ground. And I was the Bourbon Cowboy. (Of course the Urban Cowboy movie made it funnier.)
Very appropriate avatar, sir! :D

 

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