Your last altercation?

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An earlier discussion brought out some feelings in me and a desire to kick a particular person's butt. Probably will never happen, but it made me wonder when was the last time I actually got in a fight or threw a punch?

If I remember correctly, the last scuffle I was in was late '92. I was having a party at my place and it was getting late. Someone stepped in and told me Timmy was hitting Tammy. Yes, those were their names. Lol.

I walked out to her car and pulled Timmy out by his collar. He muttered, "I've been waiting for this." Yeah, there's a little backstory. Well, he charged me and tried to tackle me by driving his shoulder in my gut and wrapping his arms around me. Because I didn't fall over, he punched my hip about three times before I got my right arm (the one with the titanium plate) under his throat and locked in. I picked him up and bounced him about three times before he passed out. I was able to lay him on the ground after that. He slept for quite a while.

A few days later, his Dad called and cussed me out and even threatened to whip my butt because his boy couldn't eat, "because he can't swallow!"

So, besides the ones here that train or practice MMA or similar, when's the last or most recent time you've belted or grappled with someone out of anger or self defense?
 
As far as physically laying hands on, last one I remember was a bar fight in Chapel Hill circa '97. I wasn't a party to the fight per se, but someone in my party (acquaintance, not friend) was. Other guy pulled a knife. I stepped in long enough to take the knife away and then I stepped back out. Wasn't my business, but I wasn't in the mood to see one drunk gut another one. After the knife was out of the picture it was more of a shoving, wrestling match than an actual fight.


Wait, it wasn't Chapel Hill, it was Hillsborough. Pool hall that's over near the Bojangles, or was. No idea if it's still there. That might have been the last time I went. Another reason I drink and play pool at home these days.....

No wait, it WAS Chapel Hill. Pool hall over on Elliot that ISN'T there anymore. Getting old....lol

A couple of dicey situations since where a firearm was drawn or almost drawn, but no contact in either of those.
 
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North Carolina

Felonies: No statute of limitations.

Misdemeanors: 2 years for general misdemeanors; no statute of limitations for malicious misdemeanors (those committed with willful malice)



South Carolina

Felonies: No statutes of limitations.

Misdemeanors: No statutes of limitations

Code Section: The South Carolina Code of Laws does not address statutes of limitations.

:oops:

:D
 
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Johnny said:
North Carolina

Felonies: No statute of limitations.

Misdemeanors: 2 years for general misdemeanors; no statute of limitations for malicious misdemeanors (those committed with willful malice)



South Carolina

Felonies: No statutes of limitations.

Misdemeanors: No statutes of limitations

Code Section: The South Carolina Code of Laws does not address statutes of limitations.

:oops:

:D
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If you're implying the guy can still have me arrested, he's dead.

He and a buddy got sauced up at a club and crashed on the way home.

Both he and the driver died.
 
The last time I actually participated in rousing fisticuffs? Jeez...college? 1991.

The last time I got swung at? Sunday. I took my boys to the Panthers-Falcons game, and leaving, a very drunk Falcons fan who was with a couple almost-but-not-quite-as-drunk friends, was talking trash. I talked back. he came over and actually took a swing. He was so drunk he stumbled and did not come close to hitting me. His friends grabbed him and hurried him out.
 
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The last time I actually participated in rousing fisticuffs? Jeez...college? 1991.

The last time I got swung at? Sunday. I took my boys to the Panthers-Falcons game, and leaving, a very drunk Falcons fan who was with a couple almost-but-not-quite-as-drunk friends, was talking trash. I talked back. he came over and actually took a swing. He was so drunk he stumbled and did not come close to hitting me. His friends grabbed him and hurried him out.
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Yikes! He was no drunken master, eh?
 
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So, besides the ones here that train or practice MMA or similar, when's the last or most recent time you've belted someone...?
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This morning.

Got into it with a clown and punched that MFer some'in fierce.

LOL
 
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Ward Ayer's Gun Shop, Surfside Beach, S.C., 1987. I Bitch slapped a man with as much force as I could muster. Coffee and other supplies went every where. He left to get his gun.....never came back.
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One of mine and my Dad's friends is an open hand brawler. We called him Big Wayne. He could slap a fella clean of a bar stool.
 
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whippersnappers.

The last person I hit was in or around the winter of ’74-’75. We were drinking beer from a keg on the screened porch of a cabin in the dead of winter outside Black Mountain NC. My good friend (at the time) Tom Gisi thought it would be comical to throw a Dixie cup of beer in my face. I thought it was comical too, but apparently my right fist didn’t think so, and punched him right in the mouth. Busted his lip.

He shouted “YOU REDNECK!!”

...We kept drinking.
 
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One benefit to being a bigger dude is that folks don't tend to take too many unwarranted swings.

The last real fight was around '90-91 while playing rugby at Michigan State (holy crap does that game suck to play). I honestly don't recall what happened other than all of a sudden there were a bunch of guys in a scrum throwing fists, kicking (with cleats) nuts and breaking things. 2 of our guys ended up with broken fingers, a bunch bloodied noses and black eyes. Then, after the game we all - both teams - had a cookout and emptied a keg. Good times.

The last punch I took was during a hockey game about 15 years ago...dude punched me in the 'face' but only connected with the shield. I got him on the chin and he went down to the ice. We both went to the box and felt shame.

I really really miss that outlet...there's nothing better than crashing some dude into the boards, or a slobber-knocker tackle in football.
 
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If you're implying the guy can still have me arrested, he's dead.

He and a buddy got sauced up at a club and crashed on the way home.

Both he and the driver died.
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I weren't implying nuffins, broheeem.


My last physical altercation(s) was 2014.

If ya touch one of my lady medics inappropriately you have a 100% chance of facial trauma. A box light, backboard or my forearm to the nose is both satisfying and effective.
 
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One of mine and my Dad's friends an open hand brawler. We called him Big Wayne. He could slap a fella clean of a bar stool.
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Also good for enraging the recipient & making them lose control, making them much less effective.

I haven't been in a real fight since my sophomore year of high school in '85. Had a beef with a dude in gym class & put him in his place, whereupon his buddy decided he was gonna handle business. I snatched him by the throat with my right hand, picked him up off the floor & carried him across the gym. Set him down & quietly let him know it'd be in his best interest to leave me alone. He agreed.

Closest I've come to a fight as an adult was in a dive bar in the 'Ville in '02 or '03. Some drunk threw a glass ashtray at his ol' lady & missed & I snatched it out the air as it came by. He tried to mean-mug me, but when I smiled & stood up, he decided it was time to leave.

Fortunately, with my handsome Cro Magnon looks, people spoilin' for a fight generally go looking for a different target.
 
In a non work related capacity?
I'd say it's safe to say that I tussle with someone at work at least once every week or so....

Non work related capacity, Thanksgiving Eve circa 2002-2004ish on Carson St in Pittsburgh. Out having some beverages with some co-workers and my now wife.

Couple of dirtbags kept up and were being crude to one of our rather attractive coworkers. He was told to stop, etc, etc....somewher along the way one of them lost his balance and busted his face off the bar top. Pretty sure I helped him loose his balance, a larger scuffle broke out with his other buddies. Apparently most of the other patrons in the bar were tired of the groups BS, was a good fray. We drank for free, they left out with the bouncers.
 
2006 - Had been hunting on my best friends family land since 2000. His uncle, on crack, decided he didn’t want me out there and got in my face as I was walking back to the truck. He took a swing, which I dodged. I popped him in the mouth pretty good but he came back for more. I pulled my buck knife to deal with him but had a moment of clarity and threw it to the side. Ended up hooking his leg, taking home down and gained side control. Held him there until he submitted.

months later I get pulled out of a college course by a Sherrif deputy because a bench warrant had been issued for me due to missing a court date that I didn’t know about. Idiot had me charged with trespassing, assault with a deadly weapon, communicating a threat, etc. 4 court dates and 3 grand in lawyer and court fees later, his attorney dropped it when it became apparent that the my friends family was backing me up. Didn’t hunt for a few years after that and won’t unless it’s in writing that I have the lease/permission. I also take a G19 with me anytime I hunt. “Homie don’t play dat no mo”.
 
1987ish, Texas Nat'l Guard while on annual training.

A few years later, '93ish my then-wife's son spit in my face. It was close, but I avoided beating the .... out of the 16yr old punk.
Ended up divorcing her because she had no self-control in regards to crank or her dealer's dick.

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Last time was smacking my drunk, alcoholic BIL at my 30th birthday party because he was going to fight (and lose badly) a friend of mine whom he thought was hitting on his girlfriend. This way he only lost instead of losing badly.

Almost got into it at Disney World. Guy was screaming at the ride operator kid about having touched his fiance. The kid was maybe 18-19, maybe 100 lbs, and clearly gay. Fiance was screaming that the kid didn't touch her. I handed my backpack and glasses to my wife and asked her to "hold these", because I wasn't going to let that guy beat on the poor kid. I figured I only had to hold out for a minute or two because once fists starting flying, security would be there promptly.
 
hmmm physical altercation? has been probably 25 years and I'm sure it was some dude made about his girl/sister/cousin that I had been carousing with :D

As far as near-physical, I once had my now-disowned cousins' beau-friend come to my house to discuss things I had said about my cousin, and I could see he was mad as the dickens I had referred to her as "jezebel" lmao.
However I just had returned from a nice trip thru the woods on my motocross bike, and upon pulling up into my yard I seen this yahoo ranting and raving. I didn't even take off my helmet and I rode right up to his crotch with the front wheel and asked him politely to GTFO my property before I took off my gear and things got uglier than he was.

I had full chest protector, elbow and knee pucks and size 12 Alpinestars with the metal toes. Guess he didn't want to see if I would go all Mad Max on his buttocks.

He got the point and GTFO. Otherwise I may have tried to trials-bike hop his car and his arse with my Yamahahammer 2-fiddy
 
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09 after graduating high school. Cousin was drunk and took a sucker punch at me and busted my lip. I beat the hell out of him. He came to after about 45 minutes and came back in the house asking why he hurt so bad. I showed him a mirror and told him what happened and we’ve never had another problem.
 
This morning. I was playing on the living room floor with my 2 year old daughter. Food was being prepped in the kitchen. My daughter looked up and said "window daddy". I looked up and saw nothing. Then she got up close to it and said "bee on the window!". I stood up and walked to the window, saw a great big hornet on the inside of said window. Pulled out my ZT 0350 and cut him in half. I straight up left him on the floor like that. Wasps and Hornets are one of the only animals in the world I have no remorse for doing bad things to. Ever since I was 2 they have been stinging me for no damn reason.

Last human physical altercation was 2013. I was doing security for an upscale nightclub in Richmond Va. I was carrying a glock 26 but never pulled it. That's about all I have to say about that.
 
Luckily, it has been so long ago that I don't remember it.

My mountain buddy, Hobart, said when he was in school a kid named Freddy sat behind him. Freddy kept popping Hobart in the back with a rubber band. Hobart kept telling him to stop but Freddy kept on doing it. Hobart told Freddy he would kick his butt at recess. The bell rang and Freddy took off running with Hobart hot on his heels. Hobart said he chased Freddy for a solid 10 minutes and when he finally caught him, Freddy gave him the worst beating of his life. Hobart said not only did I get my ass kicked, I had to chase him down to get it.
 
I've owned a bar for several years now. We have a pretty calm and drama free bunch of customers. I have not had to swing at anyone since owning the bar, but I have had to escort someone out the door several times. The funniest one was about 3 years ago. A really drunk and obnoxious man threw a cuestick at the wall, narrowly missing one of my regulars. I grabbed his collar with my left hand, and his right earlobe with my right hand and frog-hopped him out the door to the sounds of laughter from all the other customers that had been irritated by his antics.
 
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I am not sure when it was (when Gretchen Wilson had the hit Redneck Women) but took my daughter to her concert here in Savannah and drunk guy was in front of me holding up a banner which blocked the whole stage. A security guard asked him a couple of times to lower the banners. After about the 5th time I grabbed the banner and throw it to the floor. The drunk raised his fist like it wanted to fight. I was OK with that because he could hardly stand up. Instead, I raised my right hand, made a pistol with my fingers and blow away the smoke. He sat back down and never said a work. My daughter knew that I always have a gun with me and she wanted to get out of there as soon as the show was over with.
 
April 2010, back in Fairbanks after a 7-8 month hiatus. At a bar I frequented with a group of rowdy friends. One of whom, got in an argument with some guys, goes to parking lot, guys get in their car to leave, friend talks passenger back out of a car and into a fight. Driver jumps out to intervene, I knocked him back in in a limp pile. Turned to see bouncer apparently halting, bouncer puts hands up and says he ain't doin nothing, ever.
 
As far as legit fights... I've been in enough to know that no matter how bad you are, you ain't even going to come out on top more than 50% of the time.

Having said that, I can say that every fight I have "won" was because somebody's old man didn't teach them these 3 things:
1: tuck in that chin
2: don't start with that shoving nonsense; swing first, keep swinging, swing hard
3: fight dirty, every-single-time
 
premise said:
As far as legit fights... I've been in enough to know that no matter how bad you are, you ain't even going to come out on top more than 50% of the time.

Having said that, I can say that every fight I have "won" was because somebody's old man didn't teach them these 3 things:
1: tuck in that chin
2: don't start with that shoving nonsense; swing first, keep swinging, swing hard
3: fight dirty, every-single-time
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If you're going to talk junk to your brother, remember he's a south paw.
 
Summer of ‘91. I was 21 and working as a bouncer at a bar in Wilmington. We had some visitors from J-Ville come in and start some trouble. The loudest of the bunch actually stabbed the other bouncer (who was 6’4”, 350+ lbs and was a lineman for Elon at the time, I think). Blade stopped at the rib and my buddy hit him so hard it split his face open from above the eye down to his chin. His buddies calmed down real quick and left to take their buddy back to the base. For me personally, it was back when Jordan was trying his hand at baseball and came to play the Mudcats. Went to the game with some coworkers and some punk started harassing a female friend of mine, so I stepped in to handle it. Didn’t realize he was there with 18+ friends (just the number arrested), so I got the worse of the altercation.
 
kcult said:
An earlier discussion brought out some feelings in me and a desire to kick a particular person's butt. Probably will never happen, but it made me wonder when was the last time I actually got in a fight or threw a punch?

If I remember correctly, the last scuffle I was in was late '92. I was having a party at my place and it was getting late. Someone stepped in and told me Timmy was hitting Tammy. Yes, those were their names. Lol.

I walked out to her car and pulled Timmy out by his collar. He muttered, "I've been waiting for this." Yeah, there's a little backstory. Well, he charged me and tried to tackle me by driving his shoulder in my gut and wrapping his arms around me. Because I didn't fall over, he punched my hip about three times before I got my right arm (the one with the titanium plate) under his throat and locked in. I picked him up and bounced him about three times before he passed out. I was able to lay him on the ground after that. He slept for quite a while.

A few days later, his Dad called and cussed me out and even threatened to whip my butt because his boy couldn't eat, "because he can't swallow!"

So, besides the ones here that train or practice MMA or similar, when's the last or most recent time you've belted or grappled with someone out of anger or self defense?
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I grabbed a man by the testicles once when he got a little handsy, but that was at least 30 years ago.

I did punch a girl in 8th grade because she was tormenting me verbally, and I snapped.

Other than dishes/wine glasses/beer stein-tossing at age 32, I'm very calm and non-violent. Long fuse, but when the fire hits the powder, look out.
 
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