Man, pool halls are dangerous

the little bird shot in .22 was next to useless over say 2 feet and even then it was a joke. you had to go up to at least .38 or so to get the velocity and larger pellets. still not what you want to count on.
as to those water moccasins, i would wade in the everglades and they would come at me trying to get in my waders.

i used my fishing rod to steer them away. never a dull moment. all the gators around then only were about 4 or less
feet and weren't scary.

most didnt know you could kill a moccasin even cut its head off and dead reflex action could make his jaws snap and inject you with poison if not careful.

I finally played Ultimate Pool

There's no call-shot in UPL? 🤮

As easy as 8ball is on a barbox, they went and made it even easier. I guess it will attract more amateurs though, since they are more prone to slopping balls in and feeling happy about it.
It has attracted many big name pros, too. SVB, Sky, Tyler, Bergman, and of course all of the big UK names as well. Like I said above, slopping almost never comes into play. It's just another set of rules for another game on a pool table.

Have you ever attempted to play with a very warped pool cue, and did it bother you, and were you able to pot balls with it consistently?

Keyword is badly. So how warped was the cue that I played? It was to a point that it can't even roll. Was I able to play with it? Yes, was I able to pocket ball, yes. Did it affect some of my shots? Definitely. Not sure why someone would go for a "badly warped cue if there were others that are available for use. Now let's have another question, have you played with no tips? Broken ferrule? Did you pocket balls? Did it affect your shot?

The great Scotty Townsend bet a bar owner that he could beat him playing with a limb off a tree out in the parking lot. Scotty whittled on that tree limb for over a day then won over seventeen hundred dollars with it. That is the low end of what I heard, I didn't get the story straight from Scotty so hard to say. I did hear seventeen-fifty as the lowest number bet and that Scotty carved on the limb over a two day period. I did find a tree limb in a bar once, no idea if it was the same one.

I have played with all kinds of things, even tried a bar stool with a swivel seat. Never again. It was a big heavy bar stool and it almost took a finger off when it turned. We didn't have much control and it was obvious that we were going to start a war. The lady managing the biker bar said no more bar stools!I have played a handful of times with handles that unscrewed and entire mops and brooms.

I had made a nice small score in a bar one night when somebody challenged me to play with a house cue with no tip as the spot. It had a soft plastic ferrule that soon went away and then the stick started breaking chunks off. When it got down a little ways eight or ten inch splinters/chunks started breaking off and the owner shut down our activities when people around us went to bitching. I was breaking with that cue and all and it was about a foot shorter when I was made to stop using it as a safety issue. It was mostly breaking off an inch and a half or two inches at a time and these pieces were hitting people all around the table, even some distance away!

The worst thing I ever played with was an industrial mop. Like a lot of these stories it was in a biker bar. The wringer on the mop bucket had broken months before and the lady that had to clean up had just bought one of the little lightweight sponge mops to mop the floor. When the guy I was playing with found the mop it had been soaking in the filthy water for a few months. Vile doesn't begin to describe the smell. That mop and bucket qualified as a superfund site and there were some pretty large things swimming in that bucket. I'm pretty sure some of the things in that bucket were unknown life forms!

The very wet head on that mop was slinging the soup from the bucket everywhere and even the bikers were complaining about the smell. This mop had a huge handle, probably an inch and a half diameter or more. The head probably weighed fifteen pounds or more when we started. The bet was modest and my main goal was not to get any of that water on me, not even my boots! Unavoidable to walk in the mess slung on the floor and a little of the stuff got on my blue jeans.

I learned the trick was to get that mop head swinging and then time the hit with the swing of the mop head. The only other choice was to wait minutes while the swing got small and one stroke it.

All of the crazy things I played with were the other person's idea and usually we both played with the same or similar things. I always won more than I lost playing with all of the odd things so I was always game to give it a try. With the brooms and lightweight mops it was even possible to get a little spin on the cue ball. We tried chalk, it helped. then I cut a crosshatch into the end of a rounded mop handle and chalked that. With a little thought and a lot of chalk it was possible to put all kinds of draw and spin on the cue ball. Far behind a leather tip with chalk but better than I expected.

Man, pool halls are dangerous

a shot gun has to be aimed just like a rifle as at defensive ranges you get very little spread. not like what it looks like in the old westerns.
one inch for about 3 feet of distance.
slow repeat shots. rarely the best choice for most people.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I have heard all you have to do is point and shoot with a shotgun, usually from a nonshooter wanting one for self defense. Almost all self defense shootings occur within fifteen feet. Spread within a typical room is small and it isn't all to one side. Let's say you are in a room big enough to give you a six inch pattern. Some think your aim or point can be off six inches and you still hit something. Wrong! Your nominal margin of error is only half the spread, three inches. Note I said nominal though, you have to do more than touch somebody or something with a few pellets. Very optimistically, you need an inch or more on the outside of the pattern making contact. Now you can miss by one to two inches inside a room and hope to stop somebody. If they are really angry or full of drugs that probably isn't going to cut it.

I have read enough of your posts to know that none of this is news to you but I try to write for most readers when I post. The shotgun myths, the people that just want an empty gun to scare people, the false ideas about guns can fill not just a book but a bookcase and plenty left over!

Story time: I was wading in a pond full of crawfish, fish, and cottonmouth moccasins. I was running almost four hundred traps a day. I decided I wanted to try ratshot. Kill the snakes at close range and rip them up enough to make good bait. My first time using ratshot. The first morning with ratshot I had a maybe four foot cottonmouth looking at me from about eight feet away and I was almost up to my waist in the water. A perfect test. I took careful aim at his head slightly out of the water and shot. A perfect pattern all the way around his head. Pissed him off big time! He instantly came my way at 953 miles an hour, maybe 954! This was before my speed shooting days but fear was inspirational and fortunately the pistol was double action so all I had to do was pull the trigger again. Somehow pure blind fear had me pointing the revolver at what I was scared of and I shot the snake in the head when it was under a foot away from the muzzle of the gun. No aim, no thought, just reaction. I lost my respect for the ratshot in a hurry.

About all I did with the ratshot after that was shoot snakes already in a trap. Even that wasn't sure fire. I picked up a trap, a big snake in it. I carefully made bait out of him with the ratshot. My next pass near that trap I decided I wanted to move it over a row. I picked up the trap and noticed the snake was mighty healthy considering I had just shot him at under two feet. I would shoot them with a raking shot under their heads which killed them and put blood in the water. Another look and I saw this was a two headed snake, no, this was two big assed snakes in the trap and I had only shot one! I instinctively gave the trap a fling! One more lesson learned. I learned a lot of lessons in six months of commercial fishing.

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