Have you been in a fight?

Have you been in a fight?

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The last real fight I got in was in high school. Three guys jumped me. It took one punch to the face, one kick to the solar plexus and one windpip choke to convince them that it was not worth there time. "I'll rip your ****ing throat out" is exactly what I said to teh guy I got ahold of. They beat feet.

Guys tend to avoid starting fights with me unless they have numerical superiority, and I never roll solo. Being 6'3", 250 and obviously military doesn't make me a lot of outspoken enemies in the places I frequent. Like dfaugh said, when you know you can win, you don't really have to fight, because most guys are looking for an easy target.

As for gunfights, I haven't been in one yet, but I probably won't be able to say that in a year. IPs are bullet magnets, and I'll be right along with them.
 
"Well, my Daddy left home when I was three..."

When I was in high-school I used to scrap a lot. I dated the same girl all four years. (pretty much the hottest girl in school, I must say :neener: ) There was a fellow who was rather large (6'4", 250) who I KNEW liked her for some time, and he would always smack me around in the hallway just for the hell of it. The year after he graduated, (and went to play football for UW-Madison) a lot of folks were back in town and there was a big party out in the country of our small town. I was out there with my girlfriend and guess who shows up? Big Feller. Sure enough, he starts messing with me and flirting with my girlfriend.

Although I was pretty sure I was going to get stomped, (all 5'10", 135lbs of me) I started in on him and sure enough, within 10 seconds I'm on my back and he is sitting on top of me pounding away. After asking me several times if I was going to shut up, and me responding with obscenities, it got so bad that even his friends were telling him to get off me...

So he finally did. And spit on me as he was walking away.

I crawled to my feet and picked up the first thing I could find, a branch about 5 feet long, walked right up behind him and swung that branch as hard as I could.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall" is not just a saying...It's VERY true. That big 'ol boy dropped like a rock. To this day, I'm damn lucky I didn't kill him. And ever since, he's never said a word to me. :evil:
 
Gunsmith I concur on the quit drinking and quit getting hit in the head.

Got in many decent fights in high school. Funny how allot of them ended with us being friends after. Mutual respect thing I think. High school fights are to hurt the other guy, not kill him.

After high school much fewer fights but always more dangerous. Thought I was a dead man when I got in a fight with a guy tanked on PCP once. Thank God for the police's quick response cause that guy was gonna kill me and there wasn't a stinking thing I could do about it. And I am not a small guy or easy fight. I landed at least 3 or 4 real measured hay-makers. I just couldn't hit him anywhere that mattered to him. He felt nothing even after the cops cap stunned/pepper sprayed him and knocked the hell outta him with their clubs. They had to pile on and shackle him. There were a couple others were I was outnumbered or outmatched and thought I was gonna end up in the hospital. Got drunk and picked a fight with a right off the boat Thai kick-boxer once. He took pity on my drunk butt and just humiliated me instead of killing me.

Have had a gun stuck in my face twice. Once in high school when the other guy was losing a rag fight. I knew him so I was pretty sure he wouldn't shoot. The other time I got mugged and thought for sure I was gonna get shot. For those who don't know a rag fight is a battle of wits and slinging insults.

Got shot in the back of the leg with rock-salt once shortcutting through an apple orchard that had no trespassing signs everywhere. First barrel was low second one wasn't. If I had been wearing long pants and not shorts I would have had no wounds at all. And reporting it was outta the question, I didn't belong there and explaining that to my parents wasn't worth getting the farmer in trouble. My grandmother helped pick out the pieces that got me. I stayed outta that orchard after that let me tell you. I guess this is the closest thing to a firefight I ever saw.

Oh yea I won a few fights along the way too :D It's easier to remember the ones that hurt. Haven't been in a fight in years now. I hope it stays that way. I'll bet I don't heal as well anymore.
 
Yes.

Never went looking. Never tried to start any. Sometimes they just found me.

Bloody, disheveled, partially unclad, neighbor lady running straight at me screaming "Help! Help!" with drunken butthead husband in hot pursuit...sigh, why me? I just wanted to wash the car.

Can't say that I ended up unscathed every time, but I've never just flat had my butt kicked by one other guy. My instant willingness to go very mean and very dirty (they started it, and I don't care if they end up dead or crippled)has caused more than one person to rethink their idea of screwing with me.

A thumb in the eye, strike to the throat, a stomp to the top of an instep and a wristlock are powerful attitude adjusters. I've also been known to bite.
 
fight? yes.
fight where if I didn't win I was gonna be dead or seriously injured? No, probably not.

I neverstarted a fight, but I always finished them and always won...least so far
 
My only physical fight: grade school. The catalysts: two jackasses, one snow-filled mitten.

Two c*ckholes a grade above me loved to pick on me. I was the nerdy kid, so they weren't the only ones.

Anyway, it was snowing out, and they grabbed my gloves off and started filling them with snow while insulting me. So I ran up to the bigger of the two and socked him in the eye, knocked him down and he was done. Then I started pounding on the other one's head like I was swinging a hammer. Bout then the playground monitor stopped me.

I think I was in fourth grade. I got in way more trouble than the two goons did.

But that's the only fight I've ever been in. We dont count the ones that break out when we're playing a pickup game of football.
 
Yeah, and Tyler kicked the crap out of me...

But seriously...

No real "fights." I've been blindsided, and I've aided in removing people from establishments, but as for standing up and trading fisticuffs? Nyah... You do it right, and it's OVER. Not a fight. Just a conclusion.
 
Yep, but not for years!

I was a scrawny little kid with a big mouth. I was the target of a lot of guys. Graduated high school at 5'9" 140lbs. People looked at me and just thought I would be fun to stomp. I to seemed to have a strange reaction to pain too. It really pissed me off, I was also "REAL, REAL FAST"! After several semi tough guys tried and failed to whip me I got a rep for being pretty tough. Set me up for a lot of trouble. Guys back then would look at me and think, "I CAN TAKE HIM!". Most were just way wrong. I learned the look of the guy who was serious and also the guy who had to talk himsef into it. Mr. Serious I tagged quick and didn't give them a chance. Joe blowhard I usually talked out of it. Took down some guys who literally made 2 of me.

Got a good dose one night when I was chasing girls out of town though. Was talking to this cute little red head (I still got a thing for red heads, married two of them:evil: ) when the lights turned out! Dude came up behind me and put this huge dent in her truck with my forehead! Stomped a mud hole in me after that for good measure. Took me a couple of weeks to look even remotely human after that! I did go back and meet him and tell him hi later and while he didn't look as bad as I did, he was at least looking me in the eyes when I did it! Never did get shot at but had a knife pulled on me once, and a little while later another guy pulled a tire iron on me. Back then I was stupid enough I took both home with me for my collection!;)

By the time I turned 23 I had a kid and settled down and didn't want to fight anymore. Haven't had to much cause since! Now I am 6' 240lbs with some pudge but solid enough that most folks think twice about pushing to hard, which suits me fine. I don't get mad enough about much to even worry about that. I also don't chase girls anymore, stay away from drunks, and avoid most any place I think that their is trouble. Makes for a much happier and safer existence!:D
 
Lots before I started taking karate, none after. Well, not unless you count getting beat up in class two nights a week :D .

I've had no shortage of attempts, though, and I've had to resolve many situations with jiu jitsu/aikido before punches started flying. I strongly recommend that everybody learn "soft" empty-hand fighting. Dead useful stuff, that.

On another note, don't disparage high-school fights. Some of them can be very serious. A local kid was killed at a graduation party a few months ago here. He tried to crash the party, and at some point pulled out a gun and started a fight. Others at the party were carrying.
 
Got in many decent fights in high school. Funny how allot of them ended with us being friends after. Mutual respect thing I think. High school fights are to hurt the other guy, not kill him.

LOL... story time.

In tenth grade, some guy was giving me grief in the hallway at the end of the day, and right in front of my girlfriend, too. I flipped, turned around, and socked him in the eye as hard as I've ever socked a guy. He came back and put a fist square in the center of my face, and the next thing I know, my buddy Colin was holding me over a bathroom sink, wiping the blood off my face, shaking his head, and saying, "John, I wouldn't have done that."

Next day, we and our parents are invited into the principal's office for a little chat. We end up getting suspended for a day each. The other kid's mom, once the proceedings have concluded, turns to her son and says, "Great. Now I'm gonna be late for work, because I have to take you home."

My mom smiles a wicked little smile and says, "Don't worry. We can drop him off."

:scrutiny:

So this leads, naturally, to an extremely awkward, silent car ride. Along the way home, my mom stops at the gas station and runs in for a pack of smokes, leaving me and this kid alone in the car. He broke the silence first.

"How's your nose, Johnboy?"
"Probably about the same as your eye, dickhead."

But he cracked a smile. And we never had any problems after that.
 
Haven't had many as an adult, but yeah I've been in a few fights of a few different types - actually, the firefight I was in was started with a fistfight.

Oh yeah, does fighting in the Golden Gloves count? I boxed for a while :D

On a side note, I think anyone and everyone who carries a gun should learn how to defend themselves without one.

As for having my ass kicked, it's happened twice. Once to my younger brother, who caught me when I was drunk once and decided to make the most of it (we never did fight again after that, come to think of it... he whooped me pretty good), and in the championship fight of said Golden Gloves I took a nice lickin' - lost by decision though. Never been knocked out. :D
 
Yep, I have to agree with Biker and 1911, I am not afraid to end it before it starts if I think it will start. I hope that makes sense. Let me say that I consider a fight a fight for life and do not enter into one lightly. Most of the fights I have been in involved trips to the hospital for me, them, or both. This year has been unusual for me so far I have had two. Neither started by me.:D
Jim
 
Just remembered something... Took a karate class for a PE credit - thought it'd at least be an easy pass, because I'd been playing with some of my friends, and I was really looking to get more into the meditation and centered bit... Thought the class would be interesting around that... First day, instructor picked the biggest guy in the class to demonstrate on... Okayfine... So he's jumpin' around and doing all this chop socky stuff, and I'm playing nice, and then he popped me in the nose. Good. Saw stars, mighta been broken, might not have been, but it _was_ interesting.

Didn't think. Just took him down hard and fast. I heard something later about broken ribs.

I had to drop the class.

Wasn't a fight tho.
 
I am amazed at the number of replies in which the practice of martial arts has resulted in the absence in violent encounters. As my sensei told me, "Martial art s will turn a tiger into a pussycat and a pussycat into a tiger." I haven't had a fight since...just a lot of defused situations.
 
I used to be a grunt with the 82nd.

I used to drink a lot of tequila.

I think that pretty much answers the question. ;)


Let's be honest, though... us old farts will chuckle at the memories of pain recieved and pain delivered, but I also think most of us would have to admit that the vast majority of the time we'd probably done something really stupid or we never would have ended up in a situation where fighting started to seem like a good idea.
 
OK, I've been drinking, I'll expound....

I've taken Aikido, Tai Chi, Kung Fu, wrestled in high school...yada yada yada.

The scariest guy I ever met told me no martial artist was the equal of a true street fighter. I believed him.

I read this book, The Loo Sanction*, written by Trevanian. The protagonist was a college professor that did "sanctions"--assassinations. Prior to accepting this assignment, he wqas to be checked out by "The Firm's" martial arts "instructor". The protagonist completely, ney totally destroyed the poor instructor using a rolled up magazine and a No. 2 pencil. He earned a grade of "Not qualified, but passed".

Yeah, it's a book, but it works pretty darn well too.

I will say that if a guy is busy telling you how bad he's gonna mess you up, and then attack your girl, if you hit him really hard--like your life depends on it-- in the neck, with the fat end of a pool cue.....

....well, you can usually take a pretty casual stroll back to your car while he thinks about the errors of his ways.

I still think avoidance is best.

*Trevanian also wrote The Eiger Sanction and Shibumi.
 
my first duty station was marine barracks norfolk n.a.s. more fights in 1 year than my entire life. it was almost once a week and ALCOHOL was always a big
factor. e-club was notorious for folks getting maimed, all your front teeth knocked out by a chair, someone's facial bones crushed in against a urinal, etc, etc. got sick and tired of it especially when they took your money and stripes away..............
 
All original teeth still in my head

Yep, despite working studiously to avoid them.

I was always a big boy & this deters most. Those it doesn't...you know who you are, ya fools.

Added to my size, an easy-going manner & not easily riled up, pretty much meant that if I went to Fist City with you, you were in the wrong. Also, I wasn't big on getting drunk and I liked my teeth where the Good Lord placed them (with the help of an orthodontist).

I wrestled in high school & also took a few years of karate & JJ in college. I started doing some kickboxing, but soon quit after meeting one guy too many with a speech impediment brought on by too many blows to the head. :what:

Pile on top of that a proclivity for steel toed engineer's boots...

Anyway, I turned down several bouncer jobs to include a job escorting some very beautiful women around...some where they would dance for paying customers & some where they just wanted a presentable man by their side.

I thought that "Nekkid Dancer Escort" and "Pseudo-Jigolo" wouldn't look good on my CV, in addition to opening me up to fights where my pearly whites would be at risk. Dental reconstruction is expensive*.

I was always reminded of my first sensei, when he declined to bust a pine board with his head one night we were turning threatening-looking lumber into smaller bits of lumber, "Man, I can just see the look on a client's face if I show up with a big gash on my face, saying, 'I'd like to do your taxes.'" (He was an accountant.) He was a terrific guy with a firm grounding.

* Yes, my teeth are a recurring theme. I know how much my folks paid to get me from fang-boy into something presentable. Besides, I want to go to my grave with a full set of pearlies, unlike every one of my grandfolks.
 
In college I worked my way up from a standard bouncer to head of security in a night club. It was a good gig, but it was good for about three fights every weekend.

I also did NHB for a while, but after I got to start fighting the SUPER heavyweights, guys six and a half feet tall and well over 300 pounds, I was routinely getting destroyed and had to ditch that hobby LOL. I am six feet tall and was 294 when I was fighting. I'm considerably lighter now.

If I have to fight now, which I haven't had to do in almost two years, I just try to injure the guy in any way possible as fast as possible. I will usually try to close his eyes or knock his balance out for a second with a hard head strike and then I will disable him with by breaking something vital to continuing the fight (fingers, wrists, ankles etc).

I have no honor and no pride in any fights any more. I just have the desire to go home to the woman in my life in the same amount of pieces as when I saw her last.

Today people are different than they used to be even ten years ago. The hip hop culture has brought violence to the mainstream and it has glorified killing people. When I was in highschool kids would fight to solve things and when you got lumped up you walked home and licked your wounds. Today you don't get lumped up, you get cut up or shot up. This is why I will bite you, tear your ear off, stab you in the eye with a pen, cut you with a broken bottle, kick you in the nuts, break your hands after the fight is over, or any number of dispicable things. My goal is to go home uninjured and you had better be prepared to play dirty to win because I am going to win, I am going to go home, and I AM the DIRTIEST player in the game.

**edited to add**
There are no winners in fighting. Winning is going to bed without having fought that day. I know that I sound like Mr Miyagi, but when its all said and done you won't be judged by the amount of fights you've won and lost. The man that doesn't start fights or swallows his pride when someone else wants to fight and apologizes (even if its not his fault) is the man with the longer life span. I have kids to make, hopefully grandkids to play with some day, a beautiful woman to go home to, a brother to have years of laughs with, a mother that would absolutely die inside if I got killed, and a father (rest his soul) that I am in NO HURRY to see again any time in the next few decades. Always keep two escape plans in the back of your mind. One plan should be verbal and the other should be physical. If those fail then you should immediately try to incapacitate your opponent. Going toe to toe, John Wayne style, will only get you jumped by the miscreant's friends. Its just not worth it!
 
The scariest guy I ever met told me no martial artist was the equal of a true street fighter.

Whoever said that didn't know Jujitsu. :evil:

To be fair though, I have said the same thing many times before learning serious martial arts. Serious = the practical arts, not the trophy-fighting competition styles. A learned student of a serious fighting style is way too disciplined and coordinated for a streetfighter to get the better of.

As mentioned before, I've been in very few fights as an adult. Come to think of it, I didn't fight much in highschool either. I was sort of known to be a "knockout artist" in my neighborhood, but I was also a nice kid and I never messed with anyone or started a fight of any kind - so those who I had fights with really deserved what they got. The few fights I've had as an adult were because of the types of places I chose to work when I was 18-22. They were also completely unavoidable, as anything worth fighting over usually is. Having studied several martial arts styles throughout my lifetime and boxing as a super heavyweight for most of my adult life, I find that there's one thing that trained fighters have to our advantage that the average man doesn't.

We (fighters) are used to being hit... hard.

I'm sure someone will come along and cleverly point out that the objective of a fight is not to be hit. This is true. As an adult, other than in the ring, I've never been hit in a fight. Come to think of it, I never got hit much in highschool fights either. :evil: However, knowing how to react correctly to being hit is vital to the outcome of a serious fight. A man who can take a solid punch square in the face and keep his composure is dangerous.

The natural reaction to being punched is to cover the face. When you cover your face, you cover your eyes - and when you do that, you can't see (I know, rocket science :D ). A trained fighter not only knows how to exploit this in an opponent, but a trained fighter does not have the same reaction to being hit. If you've been trained, being hit is just a part of fighting, and you've learned to turn off your flinching reflex. You can anticipate the way an untrained person will attack you. You have to ability to adapt to your enemy's fighting style, if needed. You've learned how to counter effectively, or redirect the attackers momentum and use it against him... things an untrained fighter has no concept of. Doesn't matter how many bar brawls the local inbred tough-guy has had - if he isn't trained, then he isn't prepared to deal with someone who is.

Pistolcraft is the same, IMO. A competent, trained shooter with a 6-shot revolver is a lot more dangerous than an untrained gangsta with a Glock Fawty and 3 clips full'a hollows. :D

Same rules apply. And having said all that, I can only think of how much things have changed in the last 15 years or so. If people still fought as a way of solving their problems, I doubt that we would all carry pistols. However, IMHO, hip-hop, rap music, young black kids on MTV - none of that stuff started the violence we see in our cities today. Rap music is just a scapegoat. Cocaine, particularly crack-cocaine, started the culture of violence we're talking about. Before crack, you never heard of people getting shot over $5... you didn't have 12 year old dealers armed to the teeth... you didn't have inner city mothers addicted to hard drugs. Crack changed all of that. The music is an after-effect.
 
Yes of course

YES - of course - I grew up in Fayetteville North Carolina, one tuff Military town. I have had my nose broke at least 3 times. Why do folks want to punch a man in his nose first? I broke my fist on a first punch to a guy's forehead once, and have been cut on my back one time as well. I hate fights, but don't have the good sense to walk away from them. I am fifty-four this month, hope I never have to confront another to the point of fighting. Now since I CCW, I let alot of BS just slide right on by.
 
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