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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
Nothing creative to say
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Apr 15, 2018 - 09:14pm PT
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5th or 6th grade. Kid kept kicking me. So one day I grabbed his leg, held it and popped him in the face (not full force), to let him know. He stopped.
Later was saddened about fighting. There are so many other things to do in life. Fighting for no reason or irrational ones is not one of them. Enough savagery in the world and we'll see mans inhumanity to man be born out.
Doesn't mean I wouldn't defend myself, my friends and neighbors, the underdog or my country from invasion.
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tradmanclimbs
Ice climber
Pomfert VT
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Apr 16, 2018 - 02:48am PT
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I made a very conscious decision after 9-11-01 to walk away from the martial arts and focus my life energy on music and climbing. My only real regret is not keeping up with my Tai Chi and yoga.
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healyje
Trad climber
Portland, Oregon
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Apr 16, 2018 - 04:59am PT
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I've never understood the attraction. Horses are natural jerks.
From the Sherlock Holmes movie: "Dangerous at both ends and crafty in the middle. "
Went to pick up our daughter after school in third grade where all the kids played in the gym while waiting for their parents. I walk into the doorway and start scanning for her and finally spot her with a boy who is clearly annoying her; she doesn't see me though. As I watch, she does a quick look over the boy's shoulder and around to ensure no one is watching, turns her face 180 degrees away from the boy, and then punches him in the face while looking away from him. She then instantly drops her arm and walks away like nothing happened leaving the kid a bawling mess.
It's only then that she spots me and realize she's totally busted. We then have the first of many talks about how hard it get your thinking cap on at times and that as you get older the thinking caps get even more important and harder to get on before you make a bad decision.
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Chaz
Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
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Apr 16, 2018 - 06:29am PT
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I tended bar for nineteen years in a series of less-than-genteel joints. Some nights it was like working at Fight Club.
Our first rule was "nobody calls the cops" because excessive police problems can be grounds for revoking the liquor license.
Every joint had its own "security system", which was usually a stout truncheon (pro tip: a pool cue makes for a crappy weapon). One place had a "house" revolver (Ruger Redhawk .44 Mag, in stainless steel, of course, because it was a food service environment). That place had bullet holes in the walls, concealed behind various pictures and signs.
I've seen a whole bunch of bar fights, and had to participate in more than I ever wanted to, and the one thing I can say about all of them is that nobody ever looks good in a fight. With no rules and no refs, it ain't no sweet science.
I could fill this thread with fight stories, but it'd be like telling a bunch of jokes without punchlines, because they were all stupid.
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Nick Danger
Ice climber
Arvada, CO
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Apr 16, 2018 - 06:53am PT
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Tradman, Interesting stories, and I respect your decision vis-à-vis martial arts. I was especially disappointed when I had to stop martial arts because my knees were no longer amused by all the kicks in TKD. I was in my early 60's and had to decide if I loved the disciple more than I loved the thought of being able to walk in my old age. I loved the movement, the forms, the philosophy, and the discipline, though; Master Kim very much emphasized the "mastery of self" in his classes. I never really enjoyed sparring, probably my least favorite part of TKD, although I did it as much as necessary to prepare for various belt tests. As a kid the fight I lost scared my much less than the fight I won.
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Flip Flop
climber
Earth Planet, Universe
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Apr 16, 2018 - 09:05am PT
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I was stuck in the Birth Canal for 20 hours with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Mom hates me.
My first memory is of getting mauled by a trained German Police Dog. They put my head back together without pain medication. I was three.
My training partners were my 6-6" father and brother and a church of Alabama-Florida Half Cousins/Half Gators.
I had to cut my own switch for my WWII Captain Grandad. They couldn't prove that I killed him.
I checked in to Salinas County Jail to make friends and wrestle.
Climbers tend to be puny. I can't wait to see what happens when the athletes finally get here.
I want to rip SLR's little Dungeon and Dragon suit off and feed it to him. Overgrown mosh pit weenies.
I'm a pacifist. Not to protect me from you.
I'm a pacifist. To protect me from me.
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Sierra Ledge Rat
Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
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Apr 16, 2018 - 09:37pm PT
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Larpers and D&D folks don't have two ambulances on standby on the sidelines
My favorite weapon is the mace, nose-to-nose fighting with a heavy mass weapon
When you pull out a mace, your adversaries start backing up
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