There is one thing that I used to not mind not doing at all if it needed to be done...and there was always a taker it seemed. Ya...you know. We all say we hate to do it...but yet when one breaks out...we're all eyes. It may be true enough that the desire of actually participating has waned considerably with age. I know it has for me....if I have to do it now...then there's just no other option...and there will be no rules. (I'm getting too old to play by rules or abide by ettiquette when it comes to this) Yep...you guessed it....FIGHTING. :crazy: How many old brawlers or wildcatters do we have among us?? You know...the old wild and wooley days...and the times and adventures of a younger version of yourself. I was always a quiet and observant kinda guy who stayed at the fringes around people I didn't know. I ran with an older crowd when I was in high school and beyond. I was never the bad ass type...I didn't pick fights for no reason...and I sure didn't fight over girls. But I sure did have some tough friends....which came in handy when we would run the bars. I always played pool...and would usually win enough money on the tables shooting 9 ball to cover our bar tab at least....that was when we went to the bigger bars in the city where no one knew us. (There ain't no better way to get into a fist fight than to play for money at a strange bar) Those were some wild times...bits and pieces are all thats left of those memories. I have one particular buddy who was a semi pro boxer with alot of potential...he even sparred once with Tommy Morrison who was from nearby Jay, Oklahoma. He got knocked down 3 times...but didn't get knocked out. Which to me is amazing...this guy is tough as nails. I can't imagine anybody beating this guy. Big, strong, tall, quick as a rattler, accurate, superb balance...I would want no part of him. (The sad part is...you'd never expect him to be able to dish out what he is capable of doing. He looks clumsy at first glance for gods sake.) A car wreck blew out both of his knees...and ended that. One night we were at the local American Legion post after a night of substantial partying and socializing. Lol There was a HUGE fight that broke out in the parking lot after closing time. I'm standing there leaning against a truck...drinking my beer that I smuggled out side during all the excitment when the fight puked outside from the bar into the parking lot...and watching the show. My buddy startles me when he comes out of the darkness...and sidles up to me. I say "What are you doin'?? I figured you'd be out there somewhere???" He says..."I'm gonna be if I find the cowboy hat in the white shirt who sucker punched me in the back of the head inside the bar when I was trying to break it up". We stand there for about 5 or 10 minutes...and this mellee is still going on. Then his face lights up as he locks onto a cowboy hat with a white shirt standing on the far side of the parking lot cheering on another fight. "There he is"....he snarls..."I recognize the boots and the belt buckle" Ruh Roh...Oh my...this isn't good...he doesn't even see him coming. He gets up to the cowboy hat...and throws it all into one punch. He hits him in the back of the head at full stride...with a sickening loud..."SMACK!!!....his hat flies up into the air...and his face hits the gravel before his boots touch down...carrying him end over end...coming to rest on his back. He is out cold for a few minutes. Someone pours beer on his face...and he wakes up. "Who the hell hit me???" he rants....as his buddies load him into the car. Luckily for him...my buddy had melted off into the darkness..and disappeared like a quail into the tall grass....escaping to fight again some other day. Was it the same guy who had earlier blindsided him?? Who knows? But I do know that was a VERY bad time to be wearing a cowboy hat and a white shirt! :wink: That was 20 plus years ago...these days something like that will get a guy shot...or sued at the very least. Anybody have any stories from the old glory days you'd care to throw onto the table and share?