I might be in the minority but I have never been in a fight. I never saw a need to get into a fight and find them to be nothing but trouble.
Statute of limitations hasn't passed yet, huh? Only once in my life have I punched a guy in the face. Like gltomp above, I was a skinny kid in school. I grew up on a farm, though, so I wasn't weak. I was a senior in high school and the biggest dude in school decided it was my day. I could have and should have walked away, but I'd had enough. At first it was just a wrestling match, but when he tried to knee me in the groin and then swung and missed, I connected hard with a right. I'll never forget what he said then with blood running down his face. He said "You mother-(you know what), you're gonna be sorry you ever did that." Had a teacher not shown up less than a minute later I probably would have been very sorry. Still, I was left alone the rest of my high school days.
Growing up in Kentucky we fought a lot. Seems like every young guy did at one point or another. It's how pecking order was established. Not saying it was right. It's just how things were, and probably still are. The last time I got into a fight was in college, see earlier post, but also got into several fights in middle and high school. I was never one to start it, but by god I'd finish it. Some of the guys I got into fights with when I was a kid turned out to be good friends later down the road even to this day.
sometimes you have no choice. this wasn't my last, but has to do with archery hunting............... In my early 30's, left work on my way to my hunting area, as we turned from 1 lane into 2, the jeep ahead of me decided he wanted to move over and occupy the same spot in my lane. POLITELY and QUICKLY I gave him a short toot of the horn to alert him of my presence in his blind spot, and continued past him. bout a mile later I stopped in front of the local sporting goods store to grab a bottle of buck lure. as I step out of my car, here comes jeep dude sliding sideways to a stop, jumps out and bum rushes me. twice my size he had me by the throat and backed against my car, rambling some nonsense about running him off the road as I smelled the booze reaking off of him. again POLITELY and QUICKLY, I moved his nose bone 2" off center to directly under his right eye. I left without the buck lure and him still laying there in the puddle of his "I'm bigger than you" mistake. I didn't see any deer that night, but I'm guessing he couldn't see anything for about a week
There were many times when a fight came looking for me. Being 6'5", I used to get looks from everybody. College and early 20's at the bars there's always somebody drunk enough to try and establish himself by messing with the big guy. 90 % of the time I've walked away. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Hockey tournament 2006, Third period, Semi Finals, I was a very angry goalie and didn't like people in my crease.
