You had some close calls, Hu.
Real close! Thanks for the input.
Regards,
Lock N Load.
That is just Smorg's story cut and pasted. Probably nobody on the forum knew Smorg better than JoeyA as a real life friend. He would be the man to really tell you about Smorg if he felt like talking.
The blue text was mine and as I mentioned, my pool playing partner Bobby S could get maybe more "stuff" stirred than Smorg. He lived in a rural area and it was about a hundred and fifty foot walk to his mailbox. Bobby could get in more trouble just checking his mail than most people could in three months of dedicated effort! We partnered up playing pool for less than six months total time over a couple different periods.
During that time we were in the middle of a couple of cuttings, a few times when guns came out including having a semi-auto deer rifle pointed at my chest from less than arm's length with the owner's finger curled on the trigger, and assorted other violence that didn't involve weapons other than house cues, pool balls, chairs, and stools, maybe a stray table or two. The biggest deal was that Bobby tended to forget he was married when he was on the road and his wife had his 30-30 and knew how to use it. When I brought him home for a visit now and then I'd kill the engine and coast past his house letting him out in front of some nearby woods. I was always careful to be pointed towards the highway too!
Once somebody had dimed us and his wife knew where we were "entertaining" one night only fifty or seventy-five miles from his home. She headed that way, only a flat tire and no spare kept her from showing up at the door with the 30-30. She had came within a half inch of killing him with his .38 one of the very few times he didn't deserve it. After pliers wouldn't do the job he had to go to the emergency room to get eight or ten inch splinters pulled and dug out of his rib cage, she hit the trim around the front door as he jumped out. I suspected that Carol wouldn't be too picky who all she shot if she started shooting so the next time Bobby wanted to hit the road for awhile I told him the truth, I was pretty busy at my shop. I could have gotten away, just didn't seem healthy. Speaking of healthy, I have always had a healthy respect for the ability of really angry women to shoot a firearm! They tend to jam it towards whatever they are annoyed at and empty it. Seems like it usually gets the job done.
We did make quite a bit of money relatively speaking. It is a lot easier to make money gambling if two people are working together than by yourself. You could stir up action rambling around with a partner. I do suggest either a partner that isn't married or one that doesn't forget he is!After Bobby I just partnered up with people for a short time here and there or gave muscle a cut to watch my back while I was shooting. The muscle couldn't play pool very well but the littlest one was 6'-5" and about 250 pounds, an oilfield roughneck.
Hu
Real close! Thanks for the input.
Regards,
Lock N Load.