My Last Fight

[kmyers]

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.

Your story about the adam's apple/throat punch makes me think of why I did such in my post. My dad survived 2 years in Huntsville prison Texas in the 1950s, 2 years in the pen must have been a serious crime back then since it is nothing now, nope writing bad checks but that was decades ago but he learned to survive and taught both myself and my brother, you never leave an opponent to return for you and do whatever it takes to avoid all future fights. He did receive a pardon in about 1970 or so and either the papers are here or at my brother's house. Plus like some I am short, slight an easy target, 5'6" and back then about 130 pounds so a natural for bullies. After the one fight for me no further problems.

 

[RobertJ.]

I've stated this before, but my actual name is Ken Pearl, I've just used RobertJ. since the early days of the internet. Anyway, when you're a kid and you have a last name that's not only a woman's name, but rhymes with "girl" to boot, well, you might as well have been named Sue!

When I was eighteen I worked for a traveling carnival for over a year, then when I was twenty I joined the Navy, and all the while I drank like a fish. Let's just say I've seen a scuffle or two.

But my very last one was at a party when I was 24. There was a guy who was causing problems for several other people, and twice I tackled him and put him in a head-lock until he mellowed out. He finally pulled a knife on his half-brother, who he had spent several hours telling him how much he hated him. I was standing off to the side, and noticed there was a bowling pin shaped vase on the table next to me. I very casually reached over and grabbed the skinny part, then broke it over the top of his head. He turned around and looked at me, and I remember thinking, "Uh oh!", then he hit the floor. I got out of there just in time. I was about a block away when the police showed up. That was my last actual hands-on fight.

When I was 34, I drove past a guys house in his ex-wife's car, and he came out to hit me with a baseball bat. I gunned it and swerved at him, and he dropped the bat and ran. Does that count?