Guns and "Bad" Bars Storys

I was in a local watering hole years ago wearing my Jack Daniels ball cap and the only other person there other than the bar maid said he liked my hat and wanted it.
I told him " Ok, if you drink a whole bottle of Jack right here and now, it's yours, and I'll even pay for it. Otherwise, no"
He hemmed and hawed a little and the barmaid told him "Well, you heard him... Whatcha gonna do?" I think she was hoping he'd do it and shed get a nice sale.
He mumbled something and left. I had a shot or two to settle my nerves and left myself. The barmaid didn't charge me either.
I was lucky I didn't lose my hat and $40 that night.
 
Long ago, like maybe 1978, we were on a mission. A friend needed a drinking buddy because we were visiting a bar upriver. The owner wanted to sell and my buddy wanted to buy the place. So we would go in every evening or so and have a beer. We talked to the owner and acted friendly. The owner was a character. But he wanted to buy a bar in town. He felt he was in danger that far out of town. So finally the transaction went down. Dave had a bar and about a half mile of river bank (where the value was, except the liquor license.) So all our river buddies did what we always did and helped out. We gave the joint a good cleaning and even set about building a fairly nice bar to replace the terrible one that was there. And after maybe a month of that my buddy suggested we stop at the old guys new bar in town for a cold one. Sounded good and we had to drive past it anyway. Went inside and were motioned over to the one end of the bar. It was kind of in a place where we could see the goin's on but also out of the way. Well, the intention was to have a beer. But the owner said our money was no good and served up a round, then another. Seemed OK to us.

But then the fight started. I have no idea why the one guy wanted the other guys girl. I sure wouldn't have wanted her. But the "owner" of the girl finally got the other guy in a headlock and tossed him out the front door. Well, that was interesting. Seems like that stuff happened all the time. But the next thing I heard was the shotgun blast hitting the front doors. Double doors. The guy saw who he wanted to shoot but before he could get the gun up, someone broke a chair over his haid (that would he head if he was smarter.) So the shooter decided to take a little nap, right there on the floor! OK with us. But soon the sirens started coming. All the adjoining little river towns dedicate their on duty guys.

So in comes the cavalry. None of the patrons was causing any trouble, but I guess the cops went to night school where they were told to control the situation first. And they demanded everyone put the contents of their pocket on the bar in front of them. Being cooperative, I placed my small Buck pocket knife next to my change and car keys. The cop walking the bar saw the knife and told me to put it away. If anyone saw it I'd get embarrassed. But then the head cop (I guess the Dayton Chief) dictated that we get no more beer, the bar was closed. So we left.

Nothing in the papers about it. No one killed, no harm, no foul. We didn't stop after that incident. Just drove past.

At the floating bar down on the river, they'd just throw anyone causing trouble into the drink. Most had to swim to shore and that tended to sober them up.
 
In my younger days, especially my Army days, I saw more than my fair share of seedy bars. Seen plenty of fights and been involved in a few. But, I'm happy to report than no guns or knives ever came into play. The Good Lord watches over drunks and idiots. I was both. :rolleyes:

Here's one a trucker I knew told me. He had a run that had him passing through a small town where his brother lived. He stayed the night and him and Bro went to the local watering hole for a beer. They're sitting at the bar when the guy next to the trucker reaches for something and his shirt hikes up to reveal a handgun. he leans over to his brother and says "Hey, this guy next to me has a gun!" His brother just lifted his shirt and said "Hell, I got mine, don't you?" :eek:
 
My favorite bar story didn't involve a fight, but I was armed.:D

A few years ago I was retained by a Mother in a child custody case. The Father was barred from drinking, but she knew he still did so regularly. He lived in a tiny Iowa town. I took the Lovely Missus P&R Fan with me and we started the surveillance near his house....in -11 degree weather.:eek: We were sitting about 50 yards from the town tavern. Found out it got broken into that night, possibly while we were there.
But that's not the interesting story. We followed this guy to the next town. Apparently he thought that would be safer.:rolleyes: He went into a bar, we gave him a few minutes and went inside. He was there along with maybe three other patrons and a barmaid. We sat down and ordered a pizza. After we did so, everybody in the bar, including the subject, went outside for a smoke. (You can't smoke in bars in Iowa). We were all alone in there. I thought that was kinda interesting. They all come back in and the subject orders a beer and starts playing pool. There is a 301 dart machine near the pool table. I told Missus Fan to go over to it. I had to show her how to play it. I got a great shot with my cell phone of her throwing darts with him in the background, beer in hand.:cool: Client was very pleased.


I was too, except she actually BEAT me in the dart game.:mad:
Jim
 
In the late sixties the 15 of us entered a bar/club at different times so no one knew we were all together. When the fight broke out the bouncer there snatched the smallest kid with us and as he did the kid grabbed a chair and swung it at the side of the bouncers leg breaking his leg. This wasn't a good time like we expected, we didn't start the fight. We all made our way through the brawl and out the door and left. We were a bunch of 18 to 20 year old kids looking for a good time.

I never really liked bars after that. We always found drunks looking for fights and wanted to fight one of the biggest guys in the room.

Now fast forward most guys are packing in bars now. I taught my kids to buy a six pack and drink at home here with his buddies it's safer. They have to realize if they go to bars the bars out in the rural areas are safe then the city bars are too. Stay away from the bad area bars. Even to this day I hate bars. But I do go for the food.
 
One time, in my youth, I was at this place on Victory Drive just outside Ft Benning. Place was called the Traffic Light... wait... what's the statute of limitations again?
 
There are no firearms involved in this story, but it was a pretty rough bar. Way back when, before the San Antonio River Walk was cleaned up for tourist consumption, it could be worth your life to act the fool. There were a bunch of nightclubs, most featuring live music. There were people all over the place, staggering from club to club. There were "entrepreneurs", offering about any kind of entertainment or recreational substances you could think of. I was in the house band at a club called B'wana Dick. No, it wasn't that kind of place! The "Maitre'd" was a very large gentleman named Willie. He was a nice guy for the most part, but you didn't want to cross him. He had a habit of drinking soda out of a large heavy beer mug. Once, when we were all standing on the sidewalk taking a break, some thugs drove by & screamed something unwise at Willie. Without hesitating he dumped his soda & ran towards the street, moving faster than I'd ever seen a big man move. The thugs nailed the gas, but Willie threw that mug a pretty good distance, blowing up their back glass.

It wasn't uncommon to be playing on stage, look up & see a clump of people slowly moving towards an exit, with arms & legs flailing. In the center of that clump there would be someone taking a pretty bad beating. There was a staff of "ushers"(read bouncers!)on duty at all times. Usually six to eight of them , as it was a pretty large club. Since the Hemisfair Arena was so near, a lot of musical acts would hit the Riverwalk after their concerts. I remember seeing David Lee Roth, Rick James, McFadden & Whitehead, just a ton of people. One night the Moscow Circus was in town, & after their last show a bunch of the musicians & roustabouts came into the club. All was fine for awhile, then one of them decided to act the fool. It was like pitched warfare! The band all figured we were safest on stage, so we just stayed there, & in fact kept playing. Very surreal. It was raining heavily that night & the water was almost even with the curb. The ushers were down to one last straggler, so we took a break. I watched four of these guys grab the straggler by each limb & pretty much frisbee him out the two solid oak front doors. He actually cleared the sidewalk and landed face down in the water. The ushers laughed & went back into the club. The guy wasn't moving, & I figured he was going drown. As I started walking towards him to at least drag him onto the sidewalk(he was also in a bus lane)he suddenly came back to life, got up & staggered off down the sidewalk. That place was never boring!:eek::D
 
OK, guess I do have an exciting bar story.:D

I also own a Contract Security company. We used to provide uniformed Security to a really nice hotel in a small town in NE Iowa. They had a bar that always had pretty good country bands in it. Never really had too many problems. I used to work that shift quite often when I was first in business. One night I got a call on the radio to come to the bar. When I got there the bartender told me there were about 4 guys sitting there who were causing a disturbance, and he wanted them to leave. I was to impart that cheery news to them. He asked if I wanted him to call the PD. I told him I would handle it, but if I pointed at him he was to call them immediately. Went up to the table and told them there had been complaints and the bartender wanted me to ask them to leave. They stood up, one came right up in front of me. I was about 5'8". He towered over me.:eek: He came up, reached out and grabbed my chin and said "what are you gonna do if we don't leave". I looked up, waaaay up, straight in his eyes and said "take your hand off my face". He smirked and repeated his question. I gave him a steely look and said " I said TAKE YOUR HAND OFF MY FACE!" he did.:eek: I was rather relieved. I said "cops have been called guys". One of them picked up a glass and flung beer all over me. They left.
I had people coming up to me and telling me they "had my back".:mad: Yeah, right, I could tell.
Cops stopped the car a few miles away. The guy that assaulted me was a Sheriff's Deputy in another Iowa county.:eek:

I stood my ground and wasn't really afraid. My M60 S&W was on my ankle......a mile away.:eek:
Jim
 
The Big D said:
Get the location right, semperfi71; that bar is in Deming, New Mexico. :eek:

Do not recall the name of the establishment but scariest/craziest place in which I have ever had a beer.

Be safe.
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I used to spend a lot of time in Deming hunting quail. Never hit the bars but I'm sure there are some bad ones there. There are probably some REAL bad ones in northern New Mexico.

I had two separate occasions, in two different bars in Albuquerque. They were C&W bars and actually not bad places. In both instances a member of another "group" was drunk and looking for a fight. I just kinda moseyed over to what looked like the most sober one of the bunch and asked them to get their "friend" out of the bar. They did and I was lucky.

As a teen growing up in South Texas I used to go to the country dancehalls in the local small towns. I saw a few fights which were never anything but fists and feet. Now-a-days, even if I was young, bar-fighting is a very dangerous hobby.
 
The Big D said:
Get the location right, semperfi71; that bar is in Deming, New Mexico. :eek:

Do not recall the name of the establishment but scariest/craziest place in which I have ever had a beer.

Be safe.
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Big D: Where IS that bar in Deming. I go there occasionally and I'd really like to stop for a beer. My Texas CCW is goood in NM, too.
 
No guns here, just a bar story. Me and some buddies ventured into a strip joint bar in a small Kansas town about 20+ years ago. Place was empty except for a couple dancers and what appeared to be possibly their boyfriends and a manager/bouncer guy. We sat at our table for a while, drinking a few beers and conversing but not really paying attention to the dancers. Pretty soon the bouncer came over to our table and told us that he didn't want any fighting in his place. Evidently the boyfriends were getting pissed tht we weren't throwing our money at their women. Needless to say we got the heck out of there right away. I always thought it odd that he said that to us instead of the guys who wanted to start a fight.
 
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Ive got two and one aint mine.

1) Not mine:
Dan was a neighbor of mine for a few years. He had also been a Nueces County Deputy back in the early 70s and was known for being the youngest Deputy in the County for many years. That said-this goes back to his Army days when he was stationed in Germany somewhere. He was in the A.S.A.

Well, being he spoke fluent German, he became great friends with many locals and with those serving in the Bundeswehr. I cant remember the name of the city this was in--possibly Kotertbach?? (SP??) Anyway, he had a favorite watering hole he frequented and the Gent who owned it--had been in the German Fallschirmjager (Paratrooper) in WWII. Anyway, the then modern version of the Fallschirmjagerrs, also frequented the bar. Well, Dan, was there drinking with some of his German friends when some G.I's came strolling in and according to Dan, were acting stupid, being rowdy, loud obnoxious and such. Dan, was being watched by his German friend sto see how he would react--so Dan, pretended not to understand or know English when they approached him about something. Anyway, long story short since i cant remember enough details--the rowdy G.I's went up to a table with 5-6 younger Germans sitting at it drinking Bier. They wanted the table and tried to force those guys to leave not knowing they were all Paratroopers. The biggest guy stood up and almost slow motion, gave the guy one hit to the jaw knocking him out. The other G.I.s--about 8 or so--jumped in but got the **** beat out of them by the Fallschirmjagers. The Polizei had been called and arrived and arrested them. One G.I. pulled a pocket knife and was told once--to drop it-he refused and was sent to the hospital with a concussion from a Polizei billy club.

2) Mine:

I was just out of College and had moved back to my area. A friend goaded me into going to a bar where you can get lap dances and since it was my birthday--paid to get me a lap dance. Everything was fine and dandy and the cute gal was doing her dance--was using a chair as a prop--slipped and--this was one of those: "Its not what you think it is " situations. This gal was busty in the correct area--well, during her dance--the chair slipped and she started to fall so I grabbed her to keep her from hitting the concrete floor. The bouncer thought I was pawing her when I was not--and she even said I was trying to keep her from falling. That bounce I guess was hell bent on doing his job, grabbed my shirt by the collar and hauled me to the door. What pissed me off was he ripped my most expensive (then) shirt.

He closed the door but, I walked back in hell bent on getting my shirt paid for. The guy saw me and came after me, and we both went outside. He did his shoving and yelling and we were at that for several moments when my friend finally came out--along with the dancer I tried to help. The guy could have probably easily kicked my teeth down my throat but, apparently the dancer didnt like him, threw me an empty bottle and I suckered him with it. He fell to the ground and I hauled it to my car. Got it started and the guy was up and running and had a huge rock. I had just put it in drive and started forward when he chucked the large rock barely missing my car as I left him in the dust.

Thats the only negative incident i had at and bar-strip joint.
 
I guess my most memorable bad bar story was when two guys got in a gunfight over a woman and shot and killed each other. I was on duty and answered the call. The dead guys were on the floor about 20 feet apart. Their guns were already gone. The patrons were still drinking as if nothing had happened. We closed the bar for the night and pulled their license the next day. I saw the woman a few nights later in another bar with her new boyfriend.
 
I started shootin' pool for money when I was about 13. I was big for my age (6' 1",185) and had little trouble gettin' in places where that type of activity occurred with great regularity. My mother was deceased,my sister off at school and my daddy worked a lot and played the rest of the time. I was blessed with enough intelligence to have no trouble with schoolwork,so I spent 8-10 hours a day on the tables,wherever they might be. By the time I was 15,I had a couple of older "gentlemen" with plenty of money and confidence in my abilities and we would "travel" to various establishments within 100 miles or so looking for a game. If I were to relate all of the bar stories I have stored in my feeble memory,i might very well open myself up to all sorts of unwanted criticism,so I won't,but it was a very interesting
time in my life to say the least. The most positive thing to come out of that whole life experience was my ability to pretty much pay my way through Clemson without ever having to hold down a "regular" job or depend on financial help (which was unavailable) from my family. When I finished school,I continued to play for several years,but sparingly. I had met my now wife while I was at school and I just didn't have the time to put in the hours to stay sharp. Looking back,I wouldn't trade those years for anything! It was a helluva ride while it lasted!

f.t.
 
When I was in the navy it was port and starboard liberty so one fine day as luck would have it half the engineering section (mm,bt,electricians mates and so on) all ended up in this bar in Marseille France. A bunch of sailors from another ship walked in and seeing the ratings yelled Snipes ___K. And the game was on. By the time the shore patrol showed up most of the survivors had quickly found someplace they'd rather be than deal with the shore patrol. And then there was the incident with the unlocked lock on the cage on the shore patrol truck in Yokosuka. Never did figure out who threw the lock away. Sufficed to say the occupants beet feet. Frank
 
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