kBob
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Back when Dinosaurs ruled the earth and Saturday morning cartoons were garenteed to make you crazy the rest of the weekend and insist on having the latest whatever got shown nine times in commercials that every kid had to have, boys thought about fighting a lot.
Honestly we were not very good at it but we talked about it a lot.
"professional" wrestling was not as big as it is these days, but just as silly and the bad guys at least once a month pulled something from their briefs and hit the other guy a near killing blow with this "loaded fist"
The idea here was that having a heavy something or other in your fist, even though the object itself never struck the other fellow added greatly to the effect of one's punch.
Someone's Dad or weird uncle assured us that this thing was either a short section of iron rod or a roll of dimes.
Suddenly every boy child in my neighborhood began saving up to get Five Bucks so they could get a roll of dimes to cart around in their strong side front pocket. I mean while had an opertunity the other fellows lacked, oh nothing like a boxing gym or anything, but Dad sold great big bails of Cheese cloth used to make Shade Tobacco Shades with. Believe it or not a 350 pound four foot square two foot thick bail of compressed and bound with wire cotton makes a pretty good "Sand Bag/body bag" and I saw no reason not to take the opportunity to practice my jabs on them. I found that a roll of dimes was small enough that it could move about in my hands and sometimes even break open in use. so I went to first quarters (ow! those were too big around) and finally settled on nickels which for me were just what baby bear wanted (Just Right!)
About this time there was a school fight where in there were the usual round house every things and the occasional straight shot AND suddenly a slew of dimes flying about. The fight by the observers trying to recover flying coins was almost as exciting as the original fight in those fifty cents and hour job days.
Shortly afterwards at a scout meeting one of the guys emptied his pockets for some reason and there was a roll of dimes WRAPPED IN TAPE. What an idea! unfortunately officer friendly the same time assistant scout master and always Barney the small town cop took note of this taped up roll of dimes and explained that in those 1960s days that that sure looked like a concealed weapon to him and any LEO he knew.
Thus the coin collecting fad began to fade away.
Over years since I have run into guys that carried things like, well the head of a small ball peen hammer in that pocket or a short section of rebar with the idea of using them to load a fist but having no issue with "loosing" the thing in aa hurry and without grief if they were about to be caught.
A few went with something like a "YarWah" stick that stuck out the top or bottom or both sides of the fist when in use so it not only "loaded" the fist but could itself be used as a striking weapon.
My Army Buddy had such a device, a short section of heavy pipe, threaded and capped on both ends and just the right length to have the caps riding on the top and bottom of his fist. He claimed it was a "match Safe" and the ends did screw off to reveal it was stuffed with strike anywhere matches, cotton balls and one or two injector razor blades with duct tape over the back and easier to remove cellophane tape over the edge and a wad of dental floss.
He always felt the need to take his match safe down town when we went bar hopping. I always carried something to clean my nails with like a nice Eichorne Switch blade or a Parachutist knife or even a small sheath knife.
One night at a popular bar we visited in civies a large bar girl (old enough to be his mom), well known for leaving early and taking about fifteen minute breaks at the same time Some GI needed to "get some air" and left for about the same time, came to our table. I made darned sure my lap was not available but my bud was learning back in his chare a ways from the table to talk to some one else. Elsie the Cow saw her chance and plopped into bud's lap and squirmed around a bit and suddenly got all excited
Like Mae West she had to ask "Is that a piece of pipe in your pocket or are you just glade to see me?"
He laughed and said "Its a piece of pipe!" dumped her off his lap and pulled the Match safe out.
She never bothered either of us again....so maybe it did save him when he really needed it and me as well!
-kBob
Honestly we were not very good at it but we talked about it a lot.
"professional" wrestling was not as big as it is these days, but just as silly and the bad guys at least once a month pulled something from their briefs and hit the other guy a near killing blow with this "loaded fist"
The idea here was that having a heavy something or other in your fist, even though the object itself never struck the other fellow added greatly to the effect of one's punch.
Someone's Dad or weird uncle assured us that this thing was either a short section of iron rod or a roll of dimes.
Suddenly every boy child in my neighborhood began saving up to get Five Bucks so they could get a roll of dimes to cart around in their strong side front pocket. I mean while had an opertunity the other fellows lacked, oh nothing like a boxing gym or anything, but Dad sold great big bails of Cheese cloth used to make Shade Tobacco Shades with. Believe it or not a 350 pound four foot square two foot thick bail of compressed and bound with wire cotton makes a pretty good "Sand Bag/body bag" and I saw no reason not to take the opportunity to practice my jabs on them. I found that a roll of dimes was small enough that it could move about in my hands and sometimes even break open in use. so I went to first quarters (ow! those were too big around) and finally settled on nickels which for me were just what baby bear wanted (Just Right!)
About this time there was a school fight where in there were the usual round house every things and the occasional straight shot AND suddenly a slew of dimes flying about. The fight by the observers trying to recover flying coins was almost as exciting as the original fight in those fifty cents and hour job days.
Shortly afterwards at a scout meeting one of the guys emptied his pockets for some reason and there was a roll of dimes WRAPPED IN TAPE. What an idea! unfortunately officer friendly the same time assistant scout master and always Barney the small town cop took note of this taped up roll of dimes and explained that in those 1960s days that that sure looked like a concealed weapon to him and any LEO he knew.
Thus the coin collecting fad began to fade away.
Over years since I have run into guys that carried things like, well the head of a small ball peen hammer in that pocket or a short section of rebar with the idea of using them to load a fist but having no issue with "loosing" the thing in aa hurry and without grief if they were about to be caught.
A few went with something like a "YarWah" stick that stuck out the top or bottom or both sides of the fist when in use so it not only "loaded" the fist but could itself be used as a striking weapon.
My Army Buddy had such a device, a short section of heavy pipe, threaded and capped on both ends and just the right length to have the caps riding on the top and bottom of his fist. He claimed it was a "match Safe" and the ends did screw off to reveal it was stuffed with strike anywhere matches, cotton balls and one or two injector razor blades with duct tape over the back and easier to remove cellophane tape over the edge and a wad of dental floss.
He always felt the need to take his match safe down town when we went bar hopping. I always carried something to clean my nails with like a nice Eichorne Switch blade or a Parachutist knife or even a small sheath knife.
One night at a popular bar we visited in civies a large bar girl (old enough to be his mom), well known for leaving early and taking about fifteen minute breaks at the same time Some GI needed to "get some air" and left for about the same time, came to our table. I made darned sure my lap was not available but my bud was learning back in his chare a ways from the table to talk to some one else. Elsie the Cow saw her chance and plopped into bud's lap and squirmed around a bit and suddenly got all excited
Like Mae West she had to ask "Is that a piece of pipe in your pocket or are you just glade to see me?"
He laughed and said "Its a piece of pipe!" dumped her off his lap and pulled the Match safe out.
She never bothered either of us again....so maybe it did save him when he really needed it and me as well!
-kBob