Quote:I'm 5'7 or 8, 145 lbs. a little bear...
Wiry type, bends but does not break, no soft spots, and no matter where you punch him, it hurts your damned hand more than it does him.
Reminds me of a fellow I saw in West Texas.
McIntrye's Roadhouse parking lot about forty years ago.
Umm.
Loudmouthed cowboy-type,-- well, wearing a Stetson anyway--we don't want to insult any of the real cowboys here, showing off in front of his
very tough looking girlfriend
(the kind that when she does smile, her eyes give you a warning notice that the condition is temporary).
Cowboy, about a six-footer with his Tony Lamas on and about as narrow in the shoulders as he was at the waist, was yelling something at a group of Air Force types (haircuts shorter than the cowboy's and this is 1968).
I don't know if one of the Zoomies, as they were known in those parts, had looked a little
too closely at the particularly fine behind of the girlfriend, I know I did, but the cowboy was making very loud remarks about the zoomies' mothers, sisters, etc etc and finally one of them, a small Bear type, stepped forward.
I think he said something about
not being a puke and to shut the fukc up.
Cowboy reached into his truckbed and pulled out a three foot tire iron.
He started yelling that all the frigging fracking Zoomies better clear out before he starting wapping all of them.
(Lesson One: learn to quit while you are still ahead.)
His girlfriend had already climbed into the front seat.
The little bear guy started walking
towards the cowboy.
Cowboy is waving the tire iron.
Bear is not slowing down.
Cowboy waving, shaking tire iron, yelling something about 'using it' and "meaning it" and a couple of "you better stop"s.
(Lesson Two: don't threaten with a weapon, use it.)
Bear is almost within swing range of the cowboy.
Cowboy is holding tire iron straight out like he was about to engage in sword play. More yelling about how he was going to use it, but his voice is a full octave higher.
Bear reachs cowboy and snatchs tire iron out of his hand.
(It was really that easy. It almost looked like he was handing it to him)
Bear apparently aware of Lesson Two.
(The squeamish should stop reading here.)
The first hit, as far as I could tell, was to the side of the cowboy's left knee followed by a thrust to the manly enjeweled groin area just below the dinner plate sized belt buckle. Then, as he bent forward, several thumps to the side of the face, the crown of the Stetson got fully depressed followed by a miss that landed hard on the cowboys right shoulder bone.
That's the one that sounded like someone hitting a line drive.
Now the bear looked more like someone driving in a fencepost with several big overhead strokes that got the other shoulder and both ears and one side swipe that knocked the Stetson a full ten yards out into parking lot. Another one or two hard ones to the middle of the back as he went down and it was over.
The bear gave the girlfriend a very nice smile as he put the tire iron back in the bed of the truck. He walked back to his friends, stepping on the Stetson on the way.
Joe(I always thought that was a nice touch.)Nation
