bobelk99
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Guns and "Bad" Bars Storys
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Except for 3 years in the Marines and 12 Alaska commercial fishing, and the rest in some form of the Oil industry I lead a sheltered life. There are no rowdy bars by Marine base, oil fields, Montana or Alaska and being well over 6" tall and weighing in at over 250# I have never been a target for drunks trying to prove something. My nose is naturally crooked and the little scars on my face just showed up. But, I don't remember that much of my time in bars during my drinking days.
lawandorder
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Answered lot of Bar Fight calls over the years.......
.............lot of them with weapons involved but rarely guns, mostly pool cues, chairs, knives, ect. The one that bothered me the most was a call of man with a chain saw inside the bar.
Thank God he had left before I got there.
One time down on the border of Indian Territory a young maiden walked into the bar neked after a trip to the parking lot with someone other than her boyfriend. Said boyfriend went to his truck and got his m1 carbine, fellow who had been outside with maiden ran and got his and it was dueling carbines in the parking lot.
The SO, the Coroner, and the area body shops got a bit of extra bidness.
Glad I was not there.
.............lot of them with weapons involved but rarely guns, mostly pool cues, chairs, knives, ect. The one that bothered me the most was a call of man with a chain saw inside the bar.
Thank God he had left before I got there.
One time down on the border of Indian Territory a young maiden walked into the bar neked after a trip to the parking lot with someone other than her boyfriend. Said boyfriend went to his truck and got his m1 carbine, fellow who had been outside with maiden ran and got his and it was dueling carbines in the parking lot.
The SO, the Coroner, and the area body shops got a bit of extra bidness.
Glad I was not there.
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hangnoose
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A locally infamous dive bar in my old home town Gunthers, fights were often & not usually broken up as the bartender had his/her hands full trying to keep patrons from stealing btl's during the fights. It was not uncommon to see someone passed out or face down on the bar or table. One particular night I'm sitting at the bar with a woman on the stool next to me face down in a pool of something. Being the gallant gent I am I shook her shoulder to ask if she was OK, no response, when her boyfriend/husband/S?O comes over and asks if I am bothering his old lady, I say no, I just wanted to make sure she didn't drown, he went back to the pool table, (true love). Another time a regular was "asleep" at a table the whole night, at closing time 4am-5am they discovered he was dead. The ONE TIME I actually talked a "nice girl" to come in there with me, after much protesting, the second she stepped into the place the toothless town drunk out of nowhere plants a big wet kiss on her lips, she runs out screaming/gagging & saying something about me NEVER CALLING HER AGAIN, I was to busy laughing to follow & had to hang out with Harold the rest of the night. Fights were "generally" not too serious as the combatants were usually drunk & would swing until they couldn't move their arms anymore, app 30-60 seconds & would then return to drinking, often together. You did have to watch out when pool balls & glasses started flying around.
A locally infamous dive bar in my old home town Gunthers, fights were often & not usually broken up as the bartender had his/her hands full trying to keep patrons from stealing btl's during the fights. It was not uncommon to see someone passed out or face down on the bar or table. One particular night I'm sitting at the bar with a woman on the stool next to me face down in a pool of something. Being the gallant gent I am I shook her shoulder to ask if she was OK, no response, when her boyfriend/husband/S?O comes over and asks if I am bothering his old lady, I say no, I just wanted to make sure she didn't drown, he went back to the pool table, (true love). Another time a regular was "asleep" at a table the whole night, at closing time 4am-5am they discovered he was dead. The ONE TIME I actually talked a "nice girl" to come in there with me, after much protesting, the second she stepped into the place the toothless town drunk out of nowhere plants a big wet kiss on her lips, she runs out screaming/gagging & saying something about me NEVER CALLING HER AGAIN, I was to busy laughing to follow & had to hang out with Harold the rest of the night. Fights were "generally" not too serious as the combatants were usually drunk & would swing until they couldn't move their arms anymore, app 30-60 seconds & would then return to drinking, often together. You did have to watch out when pool balls & glasses started flying around.
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DoubleAdobe
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And, equally as important, if you knock the cue ball off the table, pay their silly fine.
keith44spl
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In my younger days.......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?"
Right thar ya go....I's got an old Smith that's been in more dives than I would like to recall.
The funniest bar shootin I ever saw, a feller kinda took exception to been handcuffed to a chair
by one of the entertainers/dancers, he pulls out his pistol and shoots them toy cuffs loose from the chair and leaves.
The party continued without missing a beat.
I's with sum fellers one time and they all wanted to go to this lit'l bar in Rozet, Wy....
If'n ya can't get in a fight in that gun & knife club, it'd be cause ya left too early.
We stayed till closing and had a big ol' time!
Su Amigo,
Dave
DoubleAdobe
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I'm guessing she had charms?
In a little town just north of Vera Cruz, I was drinking caña (raw rum) with the local indio population. In a bar called "La Vaca Segrada" -- the Sacred Cow---
These fellows were all much alike....5 foot tall, wore simple white cotton pajama looking outfits, straw hats with crowns that look like a phillips screwdriver. Also, they all carried machetes. They were sugar cane cutters.
One "Jarocho" (nickname for a Veracruzano, pronounced horocho) lost his mind and attacked the man next to him.
When a machete fight starts, it doesn't last very long, but it tends to spread through the crowd...
I jumped over the bar, there was a window at the end of the bar and boy I was headed for it. I hesitated for just a second and was shoved headlong through the screen, out the window and into the dirt street.
I jumped up, and the guy who had pushed me (and landed on top of me in the street) was the bartender! He'd seen enough, I rekon.
Since it was only 3 in the afternoon, my new found drinking partner(the bartender from "La Vaca Segrada"...he needed a drink) moved on down to "El Perico Marinero" and drank with the snapper fishermen. Much nicer clientele.....
These fellows were all much alike....5 foot tall, wore simple white cotton pajama looking outfits, straw hats with crowns that look like a phillips screwdriver. Also, they all carried machetes. They were sugar cane cutters.
One "Jarocho" (nickname for a Veracruzano, pronounced horocho) lost his mind and attacked the man next to him.
When a machete fight starts, it doesn't last very long, but it tends to spread through the crowd...
I jumped over the bar, there was a window at the end of the bar and boy I was headed for it. I hesitated for just a second and was shoved headlong through the screen, out the window and into the dirt street.
I jumped up, and the guy who had pushed me (and landed on top of me in the street) was the bartender! He'd seen enough, I rekon.
Since it was only 3 in the afternoon, my new found drinking partner(the bartender from "La Vaca Segrada"...he needed a drink) moved on down to "El Perico Marinero" and drank with the snapper fishermen. Much nicer clientele.....
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Tell y'all another one, closer to Caj's country:
I was running a crewboat in the Gulf of Mexico oilfield, and took a rig into the shipyard in Berwick Louisiana.
Night falls, and.... Across the bridge is Morgan City, and a joint with some gal dancin' on the bar in some advanced stage of undress and "Smoke on the Water" blaring out of the juke box,
I'm looking at the backbar mirror, right when a fellow storms through the front door and he's got a rifle. Top of his lungs, he hollers "Don' noboddy move!" (nobody did,either)
He shot the old boy sitting right next to me through the back, and then he left.
A few minutes later... I was in the parking lot of Arthur Levy Towing Company and there I sat until they opened. I walked in and said "I'll take my paycheck, please. I'll be leaving now."
This 19 yr. old Texas boy didn't stop till he crossed the Sabine.
Laissez les bons temps rouler but leave me out of it, cher.
I was running a crewboat in the Gulf of Mexico oilfield, and took a rig into the shipyard in Berwick Louisiana.
Night falls, and.... Across the bridge is Morgan City, and a joint with some gal dancin' on the bar in some advanced stage of undress and "Smoke on the Water" blaring out of the juke box,
I'm looking at the backbar mirror, right when a fellow storms through the front door and he's got a rifle. Top of his lungs, he hollers "Don' noboddy move!" (nobody did,either)
He shot the old boy sitting right next to me through the back, and then he left.
A few minutes later... I was in the parking lot of Arthur Levy Towing Company and there I sat until they opened. I walked in and said "I'll take my paycheck, please. I'll be leaving now."
This 19 yr. old Texas boy didn't stop till he crossed the Sabine.
Laissez les bons temps rouler but leave me out of it, cher.
BAR STORIES:
1. I started my LEO career in a small mining town. Several bars but one the "Panther Den" was the "Trouble Spot". This bar had a "Code". The local miners would fight the "Cops" big time, but miners that were not "Local" would get their butts kicked by the local miners if they attempted to resist the "Cops".
2. The "Captain's Lounge" owner/operators were a husband/wife team.
The couple were going though a divorce but both were still running the "Lounge". Several times the pair would have a "Dispute" and start shooting at each other in the busy lounge. The wife used a .44 magnum and the husband used a .45acp. never any injuries, but the lounge had many holes in the bar, walls and floor. Finally the wife was arrested for DUI by the H.P. and afterwards the husband shot a bar employee, hid the body, and went away to the "Grey Bar Hotel" for a long time.
3. I received a "Disturbance Call" late one night to a"Way Out" country bar. On arrival the "Disturbance" was over. A "City Guy" rode his motorcycle to the bar bringing his girlfriend. The "City Guy" started showing off to his girlfriend by picking on an "Old Guy" in the bar. A fight broke out with the "Old Guy" kicking the "City Guy's" butt and sending the "City Guy" back to the city on his motorcycle. P.S. The "Girlfriend" decided to stay with the "Old Guy".
4. My Sons (5) are LEO in a large city. There is a Sportsman's Lounge where all the off duty officers hang out at. One night a "Visitor" came into the Lounge and decided to pick a fight with one of the patrons. Can you say "A really,really bad decision".
1. I started my LEO career in a small mining town. Several bars but one the "Panther Den" was the "Trouble Spot". This bar had a "Code". The local miners would fight the "Cops" big time, but miners that were not "Local" would get their butts kicked by the local miners if they attempted to resist the "Cops".
2. The "Captain's Lounge" owner/operators were a husband/wife team.
The couple were going though a divorce but both were still running the "Lounge". Several times the pair would have a "Dispute" and start shooting at each other in the busy lounge. The wife used a .44 magnum and the husband used a .45acp. never any injuries, but the lounge had many holes in the bar, walls and floor. Finally the wife was arrested for DUI by the H.P. and afterwards the husband shot a bar employee, hid the body, and went away to the "Grey Bar Hotel" for a long time.
3. I received a "Disturbance Call" late one night to a"Way Out" country bar. On arrival the "Disturbance" was over. A "City Guy" rode his motorcycle to the bar bringing his girlfriend. The "City Guy" started showing off to his girlfriend by picking on an "Old Guy" in the bar. A fight broke out with the "Old Guy" kicking the "City Guy's" butt and sending the "City Guy" back to the city on his motorcycle. P.S. The "Girlfriend" decided to stay with the "Old Guy".
4. My Sons (5) are LEO in a large city. There is a Sportsman's Lounge where all the off duty officers hang out at. One night a "Visitor" came into the Lounge and decided to pick a fight with one of the patrons. Can you say "A really,really bad decision".
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( Told to me by the participant )
Circa early '80s he was an FBI SA assigned to the Interstate Fugitive detail in a large East Coast City . They received a tip that a Biker from Fla wanted on a murder warrent was at this locally famous topless go-go bar ( actually a decent place usually peaceful ). He goes in to check things , and sure enough he was there , with a large table of his cohorts. So my friend goes back out to the parking lot , and calls the County PD requesting assistance. 10min later a dozen cruisers arrive.
The County Ofcs all bring there shotguns , go in, circle the entire small club , and tell everyone to not move. My friend walks up , cuffs his fugitive , and has him most of the way to the door before his Club Members can react.
But meanwhile the dancer never missed a beat.
( Told to me by firend's father who was the Sheriff dispatcher after retiring as as Federal Agent )
In 1978 in the bar in this small westTx town there was a (non-fatal) shooting during a high stakes poker game.
One of the exceptions at the time for carrying a pistol was carrying large sums of money , and the shooter did indeed have $3000 cash in front of him on the table. At trial 5 eyewitnesses testified that the shootee Really Was Cheating when shot. Aquited of all charges.
( Told to me by the participant )
Meanwhile back on the East Coast. The low rent Security Company that I briefly worked for had the contract for a Ramada Inn that also had a lounge. The client wanted to have the armed uniformed ofc make periodic patrols thru the lounge. The company rep tried to convince them that was a bad idea , but the client insisted.
So one night the ofc is making his round thru the lounge , and sure enough an obnoxious drunk with an attitude problem about uniformed authority figures starts into him. The drunk then makes a snatch attempt for his revoler ( this is circa 1980 ). He (Security Ofc) doesn't want to shoot in crowded lounge if he can help it , so he whips out with his 7 C cell MagLite , and give the drunk a full power backhand to the head.
The attacker is felled with a fractured skull , and the bystander on the next stool had his arm broken by the follow through.
Circa early '80s he was an FBI SA assigned to the Interstate Fugitive detail in a large East Coast City . They received a tip that a Biker from Fla wanted on a murder warrent was at this locally famous topless go-go bar ( actually a decent place usually peaceful ). He goes in to check things , and sure enough he was there , with a large table of his cohorts. So my friend goes back out to the parking lot , and calls the County PD requesting assistance. 10min later a dozen cruisers arrive.
The County Ofcs all bring there shotguns , go in, circle the entire small club , and tell everyone to not move. My friend walks up , cuffs his fugitive , and has him most of the way to the door before his Club Members can react.
But meanwhile the dancer never missed a beat.
( Told to me by firend's father who was the Sheriff dispatcher after retiring as as Federal Agent )
In 1978 in the bar in this small westTx town there was a (non-fatal) shooting during a high stakes poker game.
One of the exceptions at the time for carrying a pistol was carrying large sums of money , and the shooter did indeed have $3000 cash in front of him on the table. At trial 5 eyewitnesses testified that the shootee Really Was Cheating when shot. Aquited of all charges.
( Told to me by the participant )
Meanwhile back on the East Coast. The low rent Security Company that I briefly worked for had the contract for a Ramada Inn that also had a lounge. The client wanted to have the armed uniformed ofc make periodic patrols thru the lounge. The company rep tried to convince them that was a bad idea , but the client insisted.
So one night the ofc is making his round thru the lounge , and sure enough an obnoxious drunk with an attitude problem about uniformed authority figures starts into him. The drunk then makes a snatch attempt for his revoler ( this is circa 1980 ). He (Security Ofc) doesn't want to shoot in crowded lounge if he can help it , so he whips out with his 7 C cell MagLite , and give the drunk a full power backhand to the head.
The attacker is felled with a fractured skull , and the bystander on the next stool had his arm broken by the follow through.
My old friend, Bob, had just gotten out of the Navy in the early 60's, and bought himself a little bar in a small logging town up in a remote part of northern California. At that time, most of these little logging communities were pretty rough and it wasn't uncommon for disagreements to be settled with a knock-down-drag-out brawl.
Anyway, Bob always had two or three axe handles stashed in strategic places behind the bar. He also had a sawed-off shotgun back there, but he said the axe handles saw the most action. As I mentioned, he was an old Navy boy and liked to scrap with the best of them.
From what he told me, it didn't take much for him to be vaultin' over the bar with an axe handle in his hand and wade into some brawl, swingin' at anything he saw. Bob's not a real big guy....kinda tough and stringy, like a piece of jackrabbit jerky...but he never thought twice about mixin' it up with some of those ol' burly lumberjacks. I guess he busted quite a few heads in his day.
Eventually, Bob married a real sweet little gal, got religion, and sold the bar. As he told me, he saw that he was turning into the type of guy he didn't want his little boys to grow up to be.
Interesting, isn't it, how the love of a good woman oftentimes gets us headin' in the right direction.
Anyway, Bob always had two or three axe handles stashed in strategic places behind the bar. He also had a sawed-off shotgun back there, but he said the axe handles saw the most action. As I mentioned, he was an old Navy boy and liked to scrap with the best of them.
From what he told me, it didn't take much for him to be vaultin' over the bar with an axe handle in his hand and wade into some brawl, swingin' at anything he saw. Bob's not a real big guy....kinda tough and stringy, like a piece of jackrabbit jerky...but he never thought twice about mixin' it up with some of those ol' burly lumberjacks. I guess he busted quite a few heads in his day.
Eventually, Bob married a real sweet little gal, got religion, and sold the bar. As he told me, he saw that he was turning into the type of guy he didn't want his little boys to grow up to be.
Interesting, isn't it, how the love of a good woman oftentimes gets us headin' in the right direction.
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zzzippper
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I have friends who have been in many bar fights. I tend to be a lover, not a fighter.
The one time I could have gotten in trouble was just through stupidity. Three of us were drunk and bar hopping in Brown County, IN. We went in one place that only had a few people in it. Two women were sitting in a booth alone. Since I was drunk and obviously very handsome and charming I went and sat with them and tossing out obvious corny pick up lines as a joke. I don't recall that they said anything and when a guy approached the booth I got up, smiled at him and left. When I got back to the bar a buddy who was from there said, "you dumbass, he killed a guy over $2 and those are his women. You're lucky you're still standing."
The one time I could have gotten in trouble was just through stupidity. Three of us were drunk and bar hopping in Brown County, IN. We went in one place that only had a few people in it. Two women were sitting in a booth alone. Since I was drunk and obviously very handsome and charming I went and sat with them and tossing out obvious corny pick up lines as a joke. I don't recall that they said anything and when a guy approached the booth I got up, smiled at him and left. When I got back to the bar a buddy who was from there said, "you dumbass, he killed a guy over $2 and those are his women. You're lucky you're still standing."
This is kind of a side note. I mentioned earlier I was a musician when I was younger, & I did quite a bit of traveling. One thing I did notice were the different ways clubs were operated from state to state, or it could have been city to city. For instance in most of the bars I played in Texas, they took a dim view of patrons being so drunk they passed out. The minute your face hit the table, you were "encouraged" to leave. One of the first times I played in Arkansas It was in a town called Camden, I believe. The place we were playing at was a real pit, I can't remember the name of it & I'm actually surprised at that, because I didn't think I'd ever forget it! The local police did a walk through almost every hour. I saw one guy face down on a table & was wondering why he hadn't been thrown out. I saw the LEO's come in the door & I was sure they would cart him off. They walked around the bar & then over to sleeping beauty's table. They looked at him for a minute, but I guess they figured since he was snoring he was OK, & they left!
I worked with an Officer who had previously worked on an off shore island on a three (3) man Department. One night He (only Cop on duty) was called to a "Knock Down, Drag Out" bar disturbance. He went in the door with pepper spray in one hand and baton in the other hand. Every fighter he came to got sprayed in the face and a baton strike to the leg. When he reached the far side of the room, the "Disturbance" was over.
My wife and I were SomewhereInTheMiddleOfNowhere, FLA and our old Ford overheated - Not an unusual event. After sitting for like 30 minutes it would start up and be OK again. This time we pulled off of the road and there was a bar a 100 yards or so down the road. Even though it was only 4 pm the place was rockin' - We could hear partying going on from 50 yards away
We walked in and the place instantly went DEAD QUIET. EVERYONE in the place sat and stared at us. We had 1 beer each and hit the road....
I picked up a sweet young thing on my bike EARLY one AFTERNOON. We were riding along in Memphis and she saw this biker bar (I believe it was Essie's) and said she'd always wanted to go in there but was kind of afraid. I told her that I really didn't like the place because it seemed like there was always a fight going on. She insisted - After all, there's just one truck in the parking lot.
There was just 1 guy in the place and he was fighting the bar tender....
We walked in and the place instantly went DEAD QUIET. EVERYONE in the place sat and stared at us. We had 1 beer each and hit the road....
I picked up a sweet young thing on my bike EARLY one AFTERNOON. We were riding along in Memphis and she saw this biker bar (I believe it was Essie's) and said she'd always wanted to go in there but was kind of afraid. I told her that I really didn't like the place because it seemed like there was always a fight going on. She insisted - After all, there's just one truck in the parking lot.
There was just 1 guy in the place and he was fighting the bar tender....
One from one of the bars my family owned:
A pretty serious beef, fists only, but solid big men got started and the local constable walked in right in the midst of it. (Never forget Henry, older white haired man with a nickel 27 and stags) Henry started wailing these two guys knobs with a sap, and the first went down in a heap, but the other, a real tush hog, took two or three solid licks and was still standing.
The trouble maker stood upright (Henry was catching his breath), then turned and gripped a chair. Henry went for his pistol, but the pug just held onto the chair, never lifted it, he just said "you don't got to shoot me sir, just please don't hit me with that blackjack no more." and he sagged to the floor.
Henry turned to me and said "Jimmy, he'p me drag these two outside, you're deputised."
A pretty serious beef, fists only, but solid big men got started and the local constable walked in right in the midst of it. (Never forget Henry, older white haired man with a nickel 27 and stags) Henry started wailing these two guys knobs with a sap, and the first went down in a heap, but the other, a real tush hog, took two or three solid licks and was still standing.
The trouble maker stood upright (Henry was catching his breath), then turned and gripped a chair. Henry went for his pistol, but the pug just held onto the chair, never lifted it, he just said "you don't got to shoot me sir, just please don't hit me with that blackjack no more." and he sagged to the floor.
Henry turned to me and said "Jimmy, he'p me drag these two outside, you're deputised."
rburg
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No fightin' in this story. Jest hard work and then a visit. Back in the winter of 77-78 we had some cold weather. That one was #1 on the list of bad winters. We just got an inch of snow and moved up from #7 to #5, but its been less cold, too. So my friend owned a boat harbor on the Ohio. And he needed help in the worst way. We were all poor but happy, and I helped him as much as I could. The darn river froze up it was so cold. And he had a wood hulled head boat. Wood boats all leak. It keeps the wood swelled up and made them leak less. In warm or above freezing weather you just kept the bilge pump running and the water went out so it could try to get in again. It didn't work well that winter. But just keeping a few heat lamps going would melt enough ice that you could pump it out. One of the problems was the bulb kept burning out. So we spent a lot of time on the boat, tending to it.
And with all that time on our hands, we just did what made sense in a bar. We maybe consumed a bit of adult beverage. Well, the work vehicles at a boat harbor were old WWII vintage or slightly newer jeeps (yes, how I got into that hobby.) So after a bit too much of the beverages mentioned earlier we decided to take a break and visit the next harbor down, Tri-City Yacht Club (no yachts were ever seen there). Just a little common sense told us it was too far to walk. So we walked up the ramp and got one of the old jeeps started. Ether does wonders. We skidded all the way down to the river, but the ice was thick. So we drove up and around the front of the harbor and headed down river. Hoping the ice would hold. Obviously there were no boats taking up space. So as we got to the bar, Dave, the guy driving just gave it gas and pulled the steering wheel hard to port. The little jeep did as instructed and spun out.
I got out of the passengers side and took the tie up rope (we used it as a safety line when we put trailered boats in the water in good weather) and tied us off to the cleats on the float. I guess everyone in that bar was watching us come down river. We got lots of cheering when we went inside. And free beer for an hour or two. But then it was time to head back. I untied the old jeep and we just drove up river. The only problem was there was no way it would climb the ramp. We left it on the ice and called it a night. The next day we got a truck with a winch on it and pulled it up the 100' or so to the parking lot. And we've laughed about it for the last 35 or so years.
And with all that time on our hands, we just did what made sense in a bar. We maybe consumed a bit of adult beverage. Well, the work vehicles at a boat harbor were old WWII vintage or slightly newer jeeps (yes, how I got into that hobby.) So after a bit too much of the beverages mentioned earlier we decided to take a break and visit the next harbor down, Tri-City Yacht Club (no yachts were ever seen there). Just a little common sense told us it was too far to walk. So we walked up the ramp and got one of the old jeeps started. Ether does wonders. We skidded all the way down to the river, but the ice was thick. So we drove up and around the front of the harbor and headed down river. Hoping the ice would hold. Obviously there were no boats taking up space. So as we got to the bar, Dave, the guy driving just gave it gas and pulled the steering wheel hard to port. The little jeep did as instructed and spun out.
I got out of the passengers side and took the tie up rope (we used it as a safety line when we put trailered boats in the water in good weather) and tied us off to the cleats on the float. I guess everyone in that bar was watching us come down river. We got lots of cheering when we went inside. And free beer for an hour or two. But then it was time to head back. I untied the old jeep and we just drove up river. The only problem was there was no way it would climb the ramp. We left it on the ice and called it a night. The next day we got a truck with a winch on it and pulled it up the 100' or so to the parking lot. And we've laughed about it for the last 35 or so years.
Couple funny (I think) stories. And these took place in 'civilized' bars. Note: I was still on the job at the time.
Cliff notes #1: Two locals decided they wanted to beat up two gentlemen...they didn't get the opportunity to prove they were truly dumb. Was attending a truly lavish wedding in Princeton, NJ. The wedding was in the morning followed by a break before the evening reception. Of course, all of us who had no official duties adjourned to a bar smack in the middle of downtown Princeton for pre-reception beverages. Were wearing tuxedos whilst enjoying a fine time when in walked a couple locals spoiling for a fight. One of my companions was a brawler from Boston in his prime, and one of the knuckleheads soon yelled at him from across the bar 'what are you looking at? My pal replied: 'Clearly the dumbest moron in this bar.' Whilst my friend and the moron were discussing each other's heritage, moron #2 decided he wanted a piece of me. I opined he would thus prove himself even dumber than his pal. All the while my date was telling me how mad the bride and grooms' families would be if they knew there was brawling on such a festive occasion. Happily(?) bar staff intervened, the locals were booted, and I didn't have to explain why I missed the reception.
Cliff notes #2: Two FSU fans wanted to settle a matter with a gun except they didn't have one. Uh, oh.
Two Florida State fans were making jackasses outta themselves in a U of Maryland gin mill when bar staff had heard/seen enough and told them to leave. Hard to comprehend how they could be so drunk mid-afternoon but I digress. They didn't want to comply and were being led out when one kicked a hole in the door. I simply stated they would make things much easier if they just departed. One said to the other: 'go get the gun.' I thereupon replied I didn't have to go anywhere to get mine and proned them out before handing them off to local cops. PS: No gun found but lotsa other stuff was tossed from their ride.
My pals still recount the story; it seems to get better each time...though with some embellishments now...as if any were needed.
Be safe.
Cliff notes #1: Two locals decided they wanted to beat up two gentlemen...they didn't get the opportunity to prove they were truly dumb. Was attending a truly lavish wedding in Princeton, NJ. The wedding was in the morning followed by a break before the evening reception. Of course, all of us who had no official duties adjourned to a bar smack in the middle of downtown Princeton for pre-reception beverages. Were wearing tuxedos whilst enjoying a fine time when in walked a couple locals spoiling for a fight. One of my companions was a brawler from Boston in his prime, and one of the knuckleheads soon yelled at him from across the bar 'what are you looking at? My pal replied: 'Clearly the dumbest moron in this bar.' Whilst my friend and the moron were discussing each other's heritage, moron #2 decided he wanted a piece of me. I opined he would thus prove himself even dumber than his pal. All the while my date was telling me how mad the bride and grooms' families would be if they knew there was brawling on such a festive occasion. Happily(?) bar staff intervened, the locals were booted, and I didn't have to explain why I missed the reception.
Cliff notes #2: Two FSU fans wanted to settle a matter with a gun except they didn't have one. Uh, oh.
Two Florida State fans were making jackasses outta themselves in a U of Maryland gin mill when bar staff had heard/seen enough and told them to leave. Hard to comprehend how they could be so drunk mid-afternoon but I digress. They didn't want to comply and were being led out when one kicked a hole in the door. I simply stated they would make things much easier if they just departed. One said to the other: 'go get the gun.' I thereupon replied I didn't have to go anywhere to get mine and proned them out before handing them off to local cops. PS: No gun found but lotsa other stuff was tossed from their ride.
My pals still recount the story; it seems to get better each time...though with some embellishments now...as if any were needed.
Be safe.
