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Post by conchydong on Jun 11, 2024 14:49:12 GMT -5
I have realized at 46 I'm not a spring chicken anymore and that my muscles might be stronger than the tendons connecting them. (Tore my bicep changing a tire) And I'm out of shape. So I can't afford to get in there and dance around. I gotta go for the jugular from the get go before he winds me and I pass out 💪 God forbid if I had to fight nowadays. I am still a big guy but I know I am not as fast and I would have to try and kill that person in the first 30 seconds. If I don’t do that then I am sure a younger person would eventually beat me to shreds. That is why I carry. Fortunately I stay away from areas and events that would put me in danger.
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Post by tampaspicer on Jun 11, 2024 14:50:34 GMT -5
Youth and inexperience will never trump old age and treachery Or in simple terms Young and dumb will never beat old and sneaky 😁 Hit em before they know what's coming. If they are still standing grab something and start swinging LOL
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Post by ferris1248 on Jun 11, 2024 15:23:29 GMT -5
Youth and inexperience will never trump old age and treachery Or in simple terms Young and dumb will never beat old and sneaky 😁 True dat but if you're old, you better get the first lick and make it count. I mean make it count like debilitating. I had a older buddy several years ago who got into a yapping match with a youngster. On the way outside, my buddy held the the screen door open for him. (Think a minute, screen door, concrete block construction) . As the kid went out the door, my buddy picked the 2 x 4 they used to bar the door at night. Hit the guy across the back of his knees so hard that the guys knees just instantly collapsed. Fight never got started.
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Post by gardawg on Jun 11, 2024 15:24:10 GMT -5
"I used to ride the rodeo but now I got brahma fears"
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Post by richm on Jun 11, 2024 15:38:03 GMT -5
Youth and inexperience will never trump old age and treachery Or in simple terms Young and dumb will never beat old and sneaky 😁 Pretty much, we know we only have 1 or 2 good shots so we make em count. No dancing involved. Funny, my stepson was telling me some kid was being a bully and was bigger than him by a bit. Told him that if it ever came down to blows, make it so he remembers you for a long time - and do it before he messes you up too bad.
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Post by swampdog on Jun 11, 2024 16:05:49 GMT -5
Let’s see. My four battle royals ended up me being 1 for 4.
The first loss was when I was winning until the dude’s brother jumped me from behind. The second and third ones were bigger and older guys pushed me till I had to defend myself. Funny they both stopped picking on me and eventually we became cordial to one another. The fight I won, was me and a bat sized oak limb against three that cornered me in a side yard. They each got a side the head blow, and wouldn’t get up to continue. They also left me alone, as I out grew them by a few inches with muscle, and had a brother and a cousin around most days.
I don’t/won’t fight today unless someone was threatening a family member. If that was the case, I’d probably have to unleash some powder driven lead in their direction.
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Post by ferris1248 on Jun 11, 2024 16:08:57 GMT -5
Let’s see. My four battle royals ended up me being 1 for 4. The first loss was when I was winning until the dude’s brother jumped me from behind. The second and third ones were bigger and older guys pushed me till I had to defend myself. Funny they both stopped picking on me and eventually we became cordial to one another. The fight I won, was me and a bat sized oak limb against three that cornered me in a side yard. They each got a side the head blow, and wouldn’t get up to continue. They also left me alone, as I out grew them by a few inches with muscle, and had a brother and a cousin around most days. Reinforcements are good.
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Post by tonyroma on Jun 11, 2024 16:16:01 GMT -5
Told my son most fights last 30 seconds and if you know it’s going down better to tee off first.
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Post by linemannf on Jun 11, 2024 16:33:36 GMT -5
Whether you do or don't, you got to go into figuring you are gonna come out on top, never underestimate yourself or you will be defeated before you start, people have been healing from getting skinned up since the beginning of time.
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Post by richm on Jun 11, 2024 17:00:04 GMT -5
Told my son most fights last 30 seconds and if you know it’s going down better to tee off first. The first shot usually decides the whole thing.
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Post by 4ward on Jun 11, 2024 17:19:10 GMT -5
When you get old and sore and not quite what you used to be… I am thankful to have learned how to deescalate things over the years, pretty good at it too. One of my best buddies back in the day was a hot headed, loose cannon that got me pommeling someone, or pommeled myself wayyy too many times. I saw something on YouTube the other day that I thought was pretty cool. Y’all look up JB Mauney and the bull( arctic something) that ended his career. ( he’s a bull rider, for you non rednecks) At some point in life it’s better to figure out how to make peace with things.
Disclaimer: I also switched to a .45, just in case.😉
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Post by tonyroma on Jun 11, 2024 17:43:16 GMT -5
I’ve been known to run off at the mouth. Not being mean, just the smartest man in the room complex. Ladies find it charming, their boyfriends or husbands do not. I don’t go out much anymore.
Last fight I got into was at a restaurant bar. Called the guy an idiot, he swung , I duct, and somebody ended up with a steak knife in their thigh. That was 30 years ago.
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Post by One Man Gang on Jun 11, 2024 18:13:07 GMT -5
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Post by PolarsStepdad on Jun 11, 2024 18:33:59 GMT -5
I was bullied a bit as a kid. But the summer between 7th and 8th grade I went to bed one night and woke up the next day with my feet hanging off the bed. I was 6'4" 250lbs. Qell after a short while in 8th grade I decided I'd had enough of that being bullied shit. The breaking point came when one of my bullies decided t fuck with me during lunch one day. (To this day I highly recommend you do t do that). I'm not sure what possessed him to think that putting his finger in my chocolate pudding cup was a good idea. But I can assure you whatever it was he instantly knew he had fuxked up. The bullying stopped. Right then. He saw the look in my eyes and he took off running like a bitch. I stood up and leaped over 3 crowded lunch tables and grabbed him by the neck and chock slammed him to the grown. With my hand still firmly around his next I proceeded to bash his head against the ice cream cooler and while squeezing the life from him. By the time enough adults got me pulled off him he was purple and no idea what world he was in or planet he was on. Unfortunately for me I was heard to repeatedly tell him I was going to kill him. And in that instant I had every intention of doing so. 30 years later, I'm still not one bit sorry for it. Why shoukd I be? Asshole stuck his finger in my chocolate puddin. When all was said and done I missed have charges filed but had to spend the rest of the year at "alternative school" with the gang banger wannabes and teen moms. Parents pulled me out and zi ended up in a private school for a little while. But nobody fucked with my pudding again. It was at this time that I discovered football. I had no idea what I was doing. But I was a very angry young man. And suddenly I was being cheered for hitting people instead of getting in trouble for it. Over the next 5 years I got pretty good at it and put on about 40 more pounds Most of my scuffles after that were from people messing with my friends. I bounced for a little while in college and very rarely had anybody get stupid. Most the tines I'd just ask them nicely to chill out and they did. But every once in a blue moon some 150lbs kid with a couple of beers in him woukd get mouthy. Never had trouble from other big guys. Always some mouthy punk lol
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Post by wynnv on Jun 11, 2024 19:00:34 GMT -5
Thirty years ago I hurt my back grabbing a 90 pound jack hammer out of the box and turning the wrong way while lifting. Three years ago I hurt my back making a copy at the copy machine. Getting old ain't easy. Fist fighting days are long gone.
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