He did have a snake but it was a big water snake, not a rattler, and he did let it bite him.
Scotty Townsend stories
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To prevent the CO2 build-up you just exhale through your nose, not back through the hose.
The main problem with a simple hose snorkel is that after you get more than about four feet down your diaphragm can't pull hard enough to keep your lungs inflated against the water pressure. One of the things I learned in scuba class.
Probably just a money raising half way con thing.. Some snakes don't hurt too much... Check out this girl. She's been bitten so many times. She and her dad loves fooling with snakes. They know a lot about them, too. .. rip Scotty. I heard a lot about ya....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClT1_aJLWfs
From a friend :
I first met Scotty at the IPT World Championship in Reno, Nevada. He was with Keith McCready, I recall. I don't know how it came up in conversation but somehow I mentioned that I was the absolute worst blackjack player in the world because I literally have never walked away with casino's money. Scotty proceeded to tell me that he was the nuts at Blackjack. Hell, I just checked into the hotel and was a pumped up to be there so I took $500 out of the ATM and handed it to Scotty and said - get ahead and play, Captain Nuts. Keith and I sweated his attempt.
Right when Scotty cashed in and got his chips, the pit boss rolls over and asks for our player card. I told him we don't have one. He asked if we wanted one and I was like nahhhh. Keith takes a slow sip of his Busweiser and says, "Yeah, ****'m... I never give'm nuttin' either." Aaaaaand... so it began...
He lost every single hand. It was so bad it was if we were on Candid Camera. That said, he played perfect house style. He even mixed it up to get off the bad run. Ehhhhh screw it we each bought a bunch of beer and laughed it off.
The next morning I looked for Scotty because, hell, I didn't want the fun to end. Someone told me that he was tired of paying for the rooms at the casino so he was going to sleep outside. I walked outside and didn't see anything. While I started to make my way back into the casino, I looked up in a tree and there he was. Scotty was sleeping on a branch way up in the tree with his hat covering his face, arms crossed and legs crossed. Any flinch or bad dream and the guy would have fallen and hit every branch on the way down. That tree was not easy to climb. There weren't any low branches. On top of that Scotty was wearing cowboy boots. How in the living **** did he get up there!?!??
Of course when he woke up and I asked him about sleeping in trees, that opened up a whirl wind of the most entertaining funny stories any pool player wishes to hear.
Later that night, everyone went to the local pool hall and the first thing Scotty did was to ask me if I had any questions about Pool. He must've spent about an hour and a half to two hours on the pool table with me and wouldn't quit until every single question I had was answered.
Before we played, he asked to see my bridge hand. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was looking for calluses on my bridge fingers. I asked why and he said it gave him a good idea of what level I was at before I even hit a ball. At the time my hands were silky *****-hand smooth and there wasn't a callous to be had anywhere. Today as I write this and look at my bridge hand, I have calluses from many years of playing.
I hope everybody who reads this shares their stories about Scotty.
I first met Scotty at the IPT World Championship in Reno, Nevada. He was with Keith McCready, I recall. I don't know how it came up in conversation but somehow I mentioned that I was the absolute worst blackjack player in the world because I literally have never walked away with casino's money. Scotty proceeded to tell me that he was the nuts at Blackjack. Hell, I just checked into the hotel and was a pumped up to be there so I took $500 out of the ATM and handed it to Scotty and said - get ahead and play, Captain Nuts. Keith and I sweated his attempt.
Right when Scotty cashed in and got his chips, the pit boss rolls over and asks for our player card. I told him we don't have one. He asked if we wanted one and I was like nahhhh. Keith takes a slow sip of his Busweiser and says, "Yeah, ****'m... I never give'm nuttin' either." Aaaaaand... so it began...
He lost every single hand. It was so bad it was if we were on Candid Camera. That said, he played perfect house style. He even mixed it up to get off the bad run. Ehhhhh screw it we each bought a bunch of beer and laughed it off.
The next morning I looked for Scotty because, hell, I didn't want the fun to end. Someone told me that he was tired of paying for the rooms at the casino so he was going to sleep outside. I walked outside and didn't see anything. While I started to make my way back into the casino, I looked up in a tree and there he was. Scotty was sleeping on a branch way up in the tree with his hat covering his face, arms crossed and legs crossed. Any flinch or bad dream and the guy would have fallen and hit every branch on the way down. That tree was not easy to climb. There weren't any low branches. On top of that Scotty was wearing cowboy boots. How in the living **** did he get up there!?!??
Of course when he woke up and I asked him about sleeping in trees, that opened up a whirl wind of the most entertaining funny stories any pool player wishes to hear.
Later that night, everyone went to the local pool hall and the first thing Scotty did was to ask me if I had any questions about Pool. He must've spent about an hour and a half to two hours on the pool table with me and wouldn't quit until every single question I had was answered.
Before we played, he asked to see my bridge hand. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was looking for calluses on my bridge fingers. I asked why and he said it gave him a good idea of what level I was at before I even hit a ball. At the time my hands were silky *****-hand smooth and there wasn't a callous to be had anywhere. Today as I write this and look at my bridge hand, I have calluses from many years of playing.
I hope everybody who reads this shares their stories about Scotty.
31 beers in an entire day is hard to believe? Lol
I used to play Golden Tee for a living and we would have 15 beers and 15 shots done before we even had dinner. And we would play sometimes until daylight.
not a story, just a memory . . .
What I remember about Scotty is he would turn up anywhere. Back twenty-five miles down a two lane to the end of the world, a ratty boat landing, bar, and one ratty pool table, and there is Scotty partying and playing on it. A dozen more places that weren't known ten miles down the road but you might find Scotty there.
Fewer Scotty's left in the world every day and they aren't being replaced. Almost a stranger, our personalities were pretty much oil and water, still a little chunk of my universe will be missing.
Rest in Peace, or liven the party where you are at. Whatever works!
Hu
What I remember about Scotty is he would turn up anywhere. Back twenty-five miles down a two lane to the end of the world, a ratty boat landing, bar, and one ratty pool table, and there is Scotty partying and playing on it. A dozen more places that weren't known ten miles down the road but you might find Scotty there.
Fewer Scotty's left in the world every day and they aren't being replaced. Almost a stranger, our personalities were pretty much oil and water, still a little chunk of my universe will be missing.
Rest in Peace, or liven the party where you are at. Whatever works!
Hu
justinb386
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That is unbelievable.
Interesting story. :grin-square:
Keith had a room in Reno, sharing it with LilJon, but for whatever reason, he gave his bed up to Pots and Pans and left the hotel with Scotty. What they did, where they stayed, and what happened this week still is a mystery to me. And it may be better left a mystery.
What I remember most about IPT Reno was the players did not get paid at the end of the tournament. They were given the ol' "check's in the mail" routine. Of course, I did not believe Keith when he told me this on the telephone, thinking he gambled his tournament monies away. Keith sold his IPT tournament monies to Billy Incardona for, I think, 10 or 15 percent, and Billy paid Keith whatever he had coming. Keith was the only IPT player who came home with some money, thanks to Billy.
I know that Keith and Scotty were really good friends. I never realized how much until Scotty's wife passed away from cancer a few years ago. Keith called up Scotty to express his sorrow, and Scotty was a wreck. He was emotionally distraught. He tried to hold it together for his family, but behind the scenes, he was having difficulties accepting the tremendous loss. She was his true love in life, and Scotty was hurting. :frown:
Scotty and Keith hadn't seen each other since the above-referenced IPT Reno event, and even though they were always miles and miles apart for most of the last decade, the bond between them was strong. Without hesitation, Keith asked me to drive to the nearest Western Union right way. He wired Scotty $500 to help him get through this difficult time. He knew Scotty would never ask for help, and he told me this is what friends do for each other. Scotty cried when Keith did this. It was a tender moment between the two of them that I witnessed. Money cannot buy happiness, but it can ease the pain when a good friend is in need and suffering.
I'm not sure I want to know any more about the IPT Reno tournament with the Dynamic Duo of Scotty and Keith, but it was nice reading this gambling story.
Keith has a ton of Scotty stories. I'll see if I can get him to post one in this thread later in the day.
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Scotty
About a year or so ago. We were in florida at starcades...scotty had borrowed a cue for the tournament, but had slammed the cue in the case and was trying to get it out. He asked to see if me and mike laney could help him get it out...we tried and tried finally after 5 minutes they were waiting for him to play a match he pulled out a knife and said just hold still boys ill skin her out of of there...lol. We told him hold on and we finally got it out without him cutting it out....i think he was really wanting to skin that case to get his cue out.
About a year or so ago. We were in florida at starcades...scotty had borrowed a cue for the tournament, but had slammed the cue in the case and was trying to get it out. He asked to see if me and mike laney could help him get it out...we tried and tried finally after 5 minutes they were waiting for him to play a match he pulled out a knife and said just hold still boys ill skin her out of of there...lol. We told him hold on and we finally got it out without him cutting it out....i think he was really wanting to skin that case to get his cue out.
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I knew a dude who would drink a 12 pack in about 30 minutes. He is dead now too.
31 in a day is just half-speed for a booze pro, isn't it?
Ewww.
It's really not as much as it sounds ( at least for one that drinks ). Think of the long stints we all have had at any given pool room; even just drinking one beer every half hour ( which is not that hard to do lol ) for 12 hours ( also not hard to do lol ) and that a case ( 24 ) right there.
PS: a beer should NEVER last anyone a half hour - it will get hot and taste like piss so DRINK UP BOYZ!!! Also keep in mind on average 12ozs metabolize out of your system every hour so drinking 24 in 12 hours is in reality 12 in you in 12 hours, not that much imho.
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It's essentially a memorial thread to a player who just passed away, not a pissing contest.
RIP Scotty. Love watching his videos on youtube.
I feel yards but I kinda get the impression Scotty would appreciate the drinkin stories.
I found this obituary online with a cool pic.
RIP Scotty
http://obittree.com/obituary/us/louisiana/west-monroe/griffin-funeral-homes/billy-townsend/2806205/
RIP Scotty
http://obittree.com/obituary/us/louisiana/west-monroe/griffin-funeral-homes/billy-townsend/2806205/