That really is an important element when fighting. Don't let your opponent know his blow hurt. Give him the look as if to say "Is that all you got" then wade into him with reckless abandon. The Army had an old saying when things look the most bleak, fight with violence of action. Just go nuts, it will most likely startle the enemy to give you enough time to get away or win the fight.The first lick is important. If you hit his jaw and he just shakes it off ................ run!
Boxville? Some little family restaurant on the corner with a bar in it... a really fuzzy memory of that place...Grew up in Union County so yeah. Nearly every Sunday as a teenager because they sold to anyone.
Lol, it's damned near impossible to get out of that town without getting into a fight.You mean the dirt road town that sold beer on Sundays ? Too many times. Madisonville was dry growing up and Shawneetown was only like 50 miles. Shiat nothing like a little Sunday drive to get beer.
So, any of you boys ever been to little place I like to call Shawneetown?
Boxville? Some little family restaurant on the corner with a bar in it... a really fuzzy memory of that place...
We used to run over to Morganfield and Union Town when I was in HS, looking for fresh meat. Cruise the park, lol... some fine tail over that way.
Always aim for the nose.
No matter how big the dude is, a direct shot to the nose will stun the hell out of him.
Long enough to either jump on him and finish him off, or run like hell.
My W-L record hovers around .500.
ost: 7459964 said:Lol, it's damned near impossible to get out of that town without getting into a fight.
I was over on the Dawson Springs side of Hopkins Co... we usually went to Mannington for beer.
You better catch them off guard or that's a good way to get knocked the F out. Works on most drunks but leaves you wide open for a good hard right to the side of the head. I never hit anyone in the jaw, too small a target. I aim straight for the ear, if I miss one way or another it usually gets enough meat to stun them long enough to get a few more in. Some guys throw haymakers which is also dumb as hell, duck and throw a straight right to the solar plexus. Land it right and you can lay the wood to someone before they catch their next breath. Always amazed me how many people fight fair too. I have talked my way out of several fights but just warning them that I don't fight fair, and if they F with me I will make sure they can't get up for a while before I stop. May or may not have been able to but it's a pretty good deterrent. Makes em think a little.
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
Sue.Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
That amount of entertainment is worth the cover.Last barfight I got into was about 15 years ago at Horseshoe Saloon. A guy in my group got into a scuffle, which ended up clearing the place out. People were throwing chairs and I think someone got stabbed. I got hit with a bottle and pepper sprayed that night, woke up the next morning with red blood stains, yellow pepperspray, and green grass stains on my shirt. Must have been at least 20 cop cars and a couple of paddy wagons that showed up
My cuz took dynamite to 5th Wheel years agoI had the advantage of having family there, and am pretty decent sized so I didn't get into too many fights at Bickett's. It was much worse when it was up on the hill beside Fifth Wheel. I took some of my Lexington boys up there one night and we about got into it with half the bar over a pool game. Scary part of it back then was the State police post is in Columbia and they didn't like coming out there too much, nor did the local cops. So if you got into a good one you had no chance to get it stopped before it ended itself. Saw guys take bad beatings before the law could get there, if they even came out. Once Bickett's moved down off Raywick Rd it seemed to calm down a bit.
Honestly I was always more leery of Cozy Corner in Loretto than I was Bickett's. Seemed like Cozy always had Bardstown/St Catherine crew's there that had something to prove so there were more fights there than anywhere for the longest time. That place was insane for just the sheer number of fights. Cops were there a lot but it didn't seem to matter, brawls would break out any damn near any time of the day or night when it was rockin.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
Never saw any dynamite there. Plenty of clMy cuz took dynamite to 5th Wheel years ago
Not as much anymore, too old for that ****. Now I just watch from the bar while the young guys sow their oats.Ding Ding we have a winner. I want this guy on my side!
Ask around, everyone knew. In the 80s.Never saw any dynamite there. Plenty of cl
Yeah, lots of stories from the late 70's and early 80's. Before my time but all my relatives there have different stories from Fifth Wheel and Bickett's back in the day. Bobby Joe Shewmaker was involved in a lot of them but mostly around his aptitude to party. Lol. Evidently it was legendary. Heard he pulled up in front of Fifth wheel and asked a couple of guys if they wanted to see a million in cash. Of course they said yeah, so he popped the trunk and there on top of a stack of cash was a 357 mag. Never heard whether that was totally true but locals seem to believe it. Crazy stuff.Ask around, everyone knew. In the 80s.
Cozy has settled down now, it was fun. Bald Knob was insane, by far the craziest
Ask around, everyone knew. In the 80s.
Cozy has settled down now, it was fun. Bald Knob was insane, by far the craziest
That the boy that literally shot the jukebox? I though it’s was in the early 90’s when that happened. That’s when they moved down the hill to a new building. Crazy shift.Yep, true story. The Bicketts went to Bardstown, to your cousins home, and told the father, your son just blew up our bar, he is dead tomorrow if it's not taken care of tonight. Father wrote a check.
My last bar fight cost me a $10,000 dollar lawyer fee. Beer mug was involved and I was the only UK fan in a Tennessee bar. You may have read about it.
Keep it in this thread if you don't mind.
I used to work as a bouncer, all though I’m pretty small ( I get that a lot) most think I’d be bigger, any who I once took a gig out in Missouri and what I thought would be easy turned out to be a total **** storm. Had to fight a town mob boss , lost my best friend, but on the bright side I stole his ex-girlfriend!got into a little semi rumble last night over a game of pool The bet was one beer... , doubles. My partner hit a ridiculous obvious bank shot on the 8 ball dude on other team was smack talkin whole game( they were both youngsters) , then got it shoved up his *** told him to go fetch my beer then it spilled out to lot cops came broke it up , U all been in any bar fights
That the boy that literally shot the jukebox? I though it’s was in the early 90’s when that happened. That’s when they moved down the hill to a new building. Crazy shift.
Good friend of mine told me his story about a bar fight in Wichita Falls, Texas. Said he was at a CW bar with a lot of rednecks and cowboys and one of them with a cast on his arm brushed him on the shoulder while he was sitting at a table. Said since he was young and dumb he called the guy outside. He made the mistake of walking through the door first and the guy with the cast sucker punched him in the back of the head. He got knocked out and woke up about 3 a.m., lying in the parking lot with no boots, belt or wallet. Said he had been there since about 10:00 p.m. and it started raining which woke him up. Not one person checked on him or gave assistance and just left him there. Moral of the story is never challenge a one armed man to a fight in a bar.Used to back in the day. Not anymore. The loser will just go to his car and get his gun. Or one of his buddies will. Not worth it
Neighbor out back made that same mistake at the Orange Bar in Bowling Green in 72.....got cut ear to ear...didn't get deep enough to hit his jugular or carotoid that bar and the Manhatten Lounge were rough places back then. The Manhatten got blown up once in the early 70'sGood friend of mine told me his story about a bar fight in Wichita Falls, Texas. Said he was at a CW bar with a lot of rednecks and cowboys and one of them with a cast on his arm brushed him on the shoulder while he was sitting at a table. Said since he was young and dumb he called the guy outside. He made the mistake of walking through the door first and the guy with the cast sucker punched him in the back of the head. He got knocked out and woke up about 3 a.m., lying in the parking lot with no boots, belt or wallet. Said he had been there since about 10:00 p.m. and it started raining which woke him up. Not one person checked on him or gave assistance and just left him there. Moral of the story is never challenge a one armed man to a fight in a bar.
People don't realize how much casts weigh and they're hard as a rock. You can easily get seriously hurt by a blow from one.Neighbor out back made that same mistake at the Orange Bar in Bowling Green in 72.....got cut ear to ear...didn't get deep enough to hit his jugular or carotoid that bar and the Manhatten Lounge were rough places back then. The Manhatten got blown up once in the early 70's
Oh yeah we did to. I was talking Sunday's. I actually worked at 41 Drive Thru. The first on on the right coming in from Nortonville. Sweet Pea Hawkins owned it. Man 22 year old catsfanbgky working the 4-12 shift. Had all kinds of nice underage MNHHS girls being extree kind when they rode thru. Had one ole black lady who stoled steaks from Sureway and would trade out for beer / liquor. My apartment looked like a damn pawn shop at times. Be surprised what somebody desperate to get a drink would give up.
BJ's ? Too many to count, lol.
My ex-wife was forever causing trouble in clubs and it was probably a matter of time before I got killed. She had been a model in North Dallas and could've been a double for Kim Basinger. Bad thing is that most women like that crave attention from strangers and she would go out dressed in a mini-skirt and stiletto heels. When I would get her a drink or go to the restroom guys would be all over her when I got back, totally disregarding her wedding ring. One night in Arlington, Texas, I was dancing with her when some dude got between us and was obviously trying to keep me away from her as her friend grabbed her by the ***. I lost it and shoved the guy blocking out of the way and went for the other guy's throat. Both of them tried to hit me when the bouncer came over and asked me to leave. Not really a fight but the closest thing I've been involved in.
Interesting, I asked around and everyone I asked from that area said it was just a fire. I like the dynamite story better though.The kid did something in the bar that caused him to be roughed up a little. His father was a road contractor. The kid went and got dynamite, and blew the place up after it closed that night.