"Bakersfield Bobby" Hernandez is alive and well in Arizona. About 60 years old now. One of the best "big ball" players ever. He had problems with cataracts for years, but may have gotten it taken care of now. He shows up occasionally at the BCA Championships in Vegas. His best friend and sometime backer is Judd Fuller of Judd Cues fame.
He has worked on the crop picking crews, migrating from Arizona to California and back for decades. He ran the crews and worked his ass off, lifting the bushels and loading them, from the time he was a teenager. That's how he got so strong. Bobby is not that big, maybe 5'8" and 170 pounds, but it's all muscle. And he can fight, a lot better than Scotty.
As a teenager in Bakersfield, he became the best player around, except for a young black kid named Lin Wesson. They played for days on end trying to beat each other. This went on for a couple of years. All on big tables. By the time they were both 18, they were ready for the road. Bobby became a legend in the Southwest, and beat nearly everyone on the small tables. Lin "Peter Gunn" Wesson moved down to Los Angeles, and became a mythical hero in pool circles. Like Jack Cooney, few knew what he looked like, but everyone knew the name Peter Gunn. He was the most feared bar table player around in the 60's and 70s, other than the Mexican champions.
Peter Gunn made one memorable road trip to the Northwest where he encountered the legendary Tacoma Whitey, the best player before Dan Louie came along. They played in Whitey's pool room. When the smoke cleared a few days later, Peter had relieved him of over $60,000 in 1960's dollars, a fortune. He was built like a bull, about 5'10 or 11" and over 200 pounds, and hard as a rock. He had been the star Fullback on his High School football team. An angry Whitey made a few ominous threats and Peter offered to engage him and his friends outside. His offer was rejected.
Peter passed away three years ago. He was universally well liked in LA. I'm sure John (Jhendy) knew him. I met and played both these men when I had my poolroom in Bakersfield in the 70's. I beat Bobby on the big table, but he moved me over to the bar table, and got his money back. I never played Peter on a small table, but we played several times on my front Gold Crown. We played 9-Ball and One Pocket. I never won! My best was a couple of break even sessions of One Pocket and Banks.
Both men were serious roadmen, capable of beating anyone short of champion status. And on a bar table, they were the champions!