LAST NIGHT • The one that got away.

JoeyA

JoeyA

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Yeah, last night a friend and I were practicing and a hillbilly like kind of guy, walked up to our table mumbling something which I couldn't quite make out and I just kind of nodded and kept playing.

He didn't leave in spite of being ignored. In between shots, he would edge closer, mumbling along the way. He was dipping (tobacco) and talking at the same time but his sentences were incomplete but finally he managed to get out his name and force me to shake his hand.

The one way conversation continued until he said something that sounded like "play for money". I quickly inquired if he gambled and he said he did. I asked how high he liked to bet and he mumbled several nothings upon which I guided him to tell me how much he liked to play for. He mumbled 200. I replied, 200 dollars per game and he nodded yes. Now he is dressed like a crackhead and I put up with him for a little while because maybe he wasn't a crackhead and maybe a guy just down on his luck.

I thought that he also might be the kind of guy that killed Mike Surber and I replied, "Would you like to play a race to 4 for two hundred dollars?" and he mumbled something else even less intelligible. I thought by being specific about gambling, he would go away but no, he mumbled some more about 200 a game. Now the guy is unshaven, dirty and I see his traveling partner walk up nearby (a woman) who is not the best example of a Southern Belle and I sternly told him, "I'M NO LONGER INTERESTED, see ya." He got that message and left seconds later.

This was just a heads-up to you younger guys who might think a score was to be had. The guy could have been looking to make a score out of me. Regardless, it's just a story to share. Perhaps you will see this guy in your home town. I wish I had looked at him more carefully to see if he reminded me of the photos that we have of the guy who killed Mike Surber but I didn't. The guy who killed Mike surber was supposed to be slick talking, nice dresser and a competent flim-flam man but who knows if or what this guy was up to.

In summary, just be careful about who you talk to and what you talk to them about.

Those of you smart enough to know better, just pass the thread on to someone who needs the information.

JoeyA
 
I think the same guy talked to me last night lol. Mumbling about how good he was when younger, a big shark etc. Thought I was being punked. Won $1 and the place closed.
Maryland btw.

Thought it might have been Mountain man since I haven't seen him in 10 - 15yrs
 
Talk about being careful who you talk to!

We had a guy come into Southside one night with NO NOSE. Yeah you saw that, he did not have a freaking nose. Was wearing a trench coat, towel around his neck, hair all greasy, and literally paced the tables in a zig zag pattern on a saturday night, asking each of us if we gambled (we were all in action or playing an in house leage at the time).

Dude, I don't care who someone is or what they look like. But if you're going to not have a nose, just two poked holes in your face, and you want to walk around approaching people like THAT? Who in their right mind would say yes to that????
 
DelawareDogs said:
Talk about being careful who you talk to!

We had a guy come into Southside one night with NO NOSE. Yeah you saw that, he did not have a freaking nose. Was wearing a trench coat, towel around his neck, hair all greasy, and literally paced the tables in a zig zag pattern on a saturday night, asking each of us if we gambled (we were all in action or playing an in house leage at the time).

Dude, I don't care who someone is or what they look like. But if you're going to not have a nose, just two poked holes in your face, and you want to walk around approaching people like THAT? Who in their right mind would say yes to that????
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Who knows?
 
Joey you are right. Anyone that has been around the block a time or two knows you always have to have your guard up at all times when out. It's just the way it is now a days. What would have been the first thing that came to my mind is if someone is asking to play $200 a game that you don't think is a player is someone that wants to know if in fact you have at least $200 bucks on you so they know they will get something if they rob you. Now I'm not talking about me but this is why many people are strapped up when they go out.

For the record lol, while I do clean up well from time to time - more often than not if you do see me I'm in jeans ( with grease usually ), maybe a flannel, ragged shoes maybe with a couple holes, and now a days I big full beard. You could say redneck......a and I would happily agree😊. You have to be safe for sure but don't always judge a book by its cover and play it by ear.
 
Like you say, Joey, you need to be careful who you talk to.
The skitzophrendricks are the most dangerous. They have invisible people telling them what to do. Take me, for example. When ever I'd come home early from work I'd hear this small voice say, "Quick, out the window." Turns out it was our parrot. :smile:
 
jasonlaus said:
I think the same guy talked to me last night lol. Mumbling about how good he was when younger, a big shark etc. Thought I was being punked. Won $1 and the place closed.
Maryland btw.

Thought it might have been Mountain man since I haven't seen him in 10 - 15yrs
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Just for sheets and giggles can ya tell me where? Lol
 
Tramp Steamer said:
Like you say, Joey, you need to be careful who you talk to.
The skitzophrendricks are the most dangerous. They have invisible people telling them what to do. Take me, for example. When ever I'd come home early from work I'd hear this small voice say, "Quick, out the window." Turns out it was our parrot. :smile:
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm schizophrenic,
And so am I.
 
My grand father had his nose cut off. He had a nose like W.C. Fields and never went back to have it fixed. Scared the crap out of me when I was 7 years old.
My Uncle by marriage had a Vet with no face as his body guard; Viet Nam, Hand Grenade. Scrambled his brain and he was willing to take a bullet for my Uncle.

I don't or won't gamble with any hillbilly's. I served with a few 67 - 68. You'd be surprised at their country wisdom. Don't underestimate their smarts by the way they talk. And they don't fight farr.
There's ridge runners, and tar runners depending on what part of the mountain you live in. Ridge runners are up the mountain and tar runners are just below. It's the only group of people who look down on the people above then. Alvin York was a hillbilly.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvin_C._York

Hillbilly is a term (often derogatory) for people who dwell in rural, mountainous areas in the United States, primarily in Appalachia and the Ozarks, Uwharrie Mountains and Caraway Mountains. Due to its strongly stereotypical connotations, the term can be offensive to those Americans of Appalachian or Ozark heritage. "Hillbilly" first appeared in print in a 1900 New York Journal article, with the definition: "a Hill-Billie is a free and untrammeled white citizen of Alabama, who lives in the hills, has no means to speak of, dresses as he can, talks as he pleases, drinks whiskey when he gets it, and fires off his revolver as the fancy takes him." The stereotype is two-fold in that it incorporates both positive and negative traits: “Hillbillies” are often considered independent and self-reliant individuals who resist the modernization of society, but at the same time they are also defined as backward and violent. Scholars argue this duality is reflective of the split ethnic identities in “white America."
 
DelawareDogs said:
Talk about being careful who you talk to!

We had a guy come into Southside one night with NO NOSE. Yeah you saw that, he did not have a freaking nose. Was wearing a trench coat, towel around his neck, hair all greasy, and literally paced the tables in a zig zag pattern on a saturday night, asking each of us if we gambled (we were all in action or playing an in house leage at the time).

Dude, I don't care who someone is or what they look like. But if you're going to not have a nose, just two poked holes in your face, and you want to walk around approaching people like THAT? Who in their right mind would say yes to that????
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You must've smelled something was up!:smile:
^^^^^Had too!!
 
I have had drifters/strangers ask me to play for $100. I say 'put your hundo on the table' and they dig, and dig and come up empty and look at me like they been had. They had been had.... by me as they slither out of the bar never to be seen again. Seen this more than once.

Not my 1st BBQ Billhilly

-Kat,
 
Dave-Kat said:
I have had drifters/strangers ask me to play for $100. I say 'put your hundo on the table' and they dig, and dig and come up empty and look at me like they been had. They had been had.... by me as they slither out of the bar never to be seen again. Seen this more than once.



Not my 1st BBQ Billhilly



-Kat,
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Your gracious, I want to see at least 5 bullets or take a walk.
 
jasonlaus said:
Rodgers in Havre De Grace - very unusual for that place
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No sheet! What a co-winkee- dink lol! I don't know the place and am not that familiar with HVD. Doesn't surprise me though, yah gotta watch the hillbillies up in Cecil County lol!
 
I was sitting in a bar in rural Alaska one time...... When in walks a man by the name of 'Turkey Joe'....

I had never met 'Joe', and was keeping a very close eye on him as he was dressed very peculiarly. He was wearing a necklace made out of some kind of critters claws, a hat decorated with years of bird shit........ and the rest of his get up was just as odd. And oddly, just as ummm clean...... :thumbup:

He was going around person to person in the bar, talking briefly before finally making it to the far end of the bar where me, my buddy Don, and his wife Kathy the bartender were chatting. Don and Kathy knew Joe, as he was a sometime regular. Basically, whenever he could panhandle enough for a beer or 2, 'Turkey Joe' would come around town.

This night, 'Turkey Joe' should have been called 'Diamond Jim' as he said he had some gold he was trying to sell, and asked if we were interested. I was just about to tell him to get lost, when Don, who was always up for a laugh said "Sure, lets see what you have got there."

'Turkey Joe' proceeded to produce a big medicine bottle from his jacket pocket, deftly opening it and dumping the contents on the bar in front of us, for out perusal.
Gold yes....... However, it was gold teeth. Lots of gold teeth. Women and children sized gold teeth....... Like where in the FOOK do you get a bottle of gold teeth.

Kathy turned and walked away shaking her head. I was again about to tell him to take his stuff elsewhere, when Don.... my dear friend Don, decided to fook with me, or Joe, or both of us by saying he doesnt want them all, but he sees some that he "thinks might fit"..........

Wind up was Joe left with ALL of his teeth, Don ended up not pulling the trigger, and I was left wondering how many bodies 'Turkey Joe' had to dig up to get a pill bottle full of gold teeth.... :thumbup:
 
Chuck Fields said:
I was sitting in a bar in rural Alaska one time...... When in walks a man by the name of 'Turkey Joe'....

I had never met 'Joe', and was keeping a very close eye on him as he was dressed very peculiarly. He was wearing a necklace made out of some kind of critters claws, a hat decorated with years of bird shit........ and the rest of his get up was just as odd. And oddly, just as ummm clean...... :thumbup:

He was going around person to person in the bar, talking briefly before finally making it to the far end of the bar where me, my buddy Don, and his wife Kathy the bartender were chatting. Don and Kathy knew Joe, as he was a sometime regular. Basically, whenever he could panhandle enough for a beer or 2, 'Turkey Joe' would come around town.

This night, 'Turkey Joe' should have been called 'Diamond Jim' as he said he had some gold he was trying to sell, and asked if we were interested. I was just about to tell him to get lost, when Don, who was always up for a laugh said "Sure, lets see what you have got there."

'Turkey Joe' proceeded to produce a big medicine bottle from his jacket pocket, deftly opening it and dumping the contents on the bar in front of us, for out perusal.
Gold yes....... However, it was gold teeth. Lots of gold teeth. Women and children sized gold teeth....... Like where in the FOOK do you get a bottle of gold teeth.

Kathy turned and walked away shaking her head. I was again about to tell him to take his stuff elsewhere, when Don.... my dear friend Don, decided to fook with me, or Joe, or both of us by saying he doesnt want them all, but he sees some that he "thinks might fit"..........

Wind up was Joe left with ALL of his teeth, Don ended up not pulling the trigger, and I was left wondering how many bodies 'Turkey Joe' had to dig up to get a pill bottle full of gold teeth.... :thumbup:
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We have a character round these parts called " Turkey Tom ". Turkey Tom is not like your Turkey, our Turkey works and hustles and usually has plenty of money and is great action if you can get down. I wonder if your Turkey and my Turkey are related though???
 
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