Legendary Muscle

A montage of previous posts

Following is a series of earlier posts that covered several famous tush-hogs that is worth repeating on this thread:

Quote the Beard:
David Sizemore from SC. played a nice game of 9ball, but he had a deserving reputation of being wild and crazy. He did cut a friend of mine's throat (David Gadsden also of SC). David was murdered while still a young man. Once, while playing Hubert Cokes in Johnston City, he smashed his cue and was still carrying the jagged edge. He came within a inch of getting his head blown off, as Hubert thought Sizemore may have been threatening him. Lucky for him a local grifter cooled Hubert out, and said Sizemore was only mad at himself. Once Sizemore realized his mistake he dropped that broken cue like it was on fire and apologized to Hubert profusely.

Quote Macguy:
David Sizemore, there's a name I haven't heard in a long time. He pulled a knife on me once because he thought I had double steered him. I might have gotten stabbed had not Sugar Shack Johnny stepped in. He may have saved my life, I didn't see Sizemore coming.

Quote Jay Helfert:
Sizemore would definitely have stabbed you. If he pulled his knife, he had every intention of using it. He talked loud, bet big, and wouldn't go down without a fight. I backed Texas Youngblood against him in Dayton playing Banks. A Race To Four for 400. Youngblood was on the Hill 3-1, and Sizemore tells him he'll cut his liver out if he wins the match. Youngblood comes over to me and he's scared. I tell him to go on and win the money, I have my .25 and I'll protect him. Blood freezes up and can't make a Bank. David wins 4-3, and starts laughing about how he sharked him. Blood asks him if he would have stabbed him. David says "Hell no, I wouldn't have warned you."

Quote the Beard:
Here's an addendum to the dangerous Sizemore, Johnston City, knifings, and Sugar Shack Johnny connection. At Johnston City, the same year Sizemore almost got killed by the deadly Hubert Cokes, David asked my old road partner, Sugar Shack Johnny Novak to give him some money to play Gin in the back room of the Show Lounge. Johnny gave him $300 with the instructions that he could play anybody in the room except Jersey Red.
Johnny left for the bar and returned a couple hours later to find Sizemore playing Gin with Jersey Red. He asked Sizemore how he was doing, David replied that Red was beating him, and had him on his last game. With that, Sugar Shack gave Sizemore a backhand that sent him flying across the room and crashing into the wall. Sizemore did nothing but apologize. Many sweators who knew of David's reputation, warned me that he would sneak up on Johnny and get revenge. With me knowing both parties, David, while a real lunatic, knew that Sugar Shack was a much worse lunatic, and was tickled pink to get off with just a ferocious slap, and was content to end everything right there. Sugar Shack had a way to make many "crazy" people suddenly decide to become sane.

the Beard

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freddy the beard said:
I posted this a few years back in response to a Grady thread. It bears repeating:

I went to Oklahoma City in the early 70's and hung around Truelove's pool room. Anyway, One-Eyed Tony Howard from Hazard KY, was still alive at the time, and he was playing there too. I was on the road with the famous tush-hog Sugar Shack Johnny Novak, but OK city at that time was still the scariest place I was ever in. There was a "range" war between the North side and South side stickup gangs and Sugar and I were in the middle of it. Everybody had a gun but us. A bad gunman named Boatware had stolen my Ginacue and Sugar Shack was terrorizing all the bars in town trying to find him and get the cue back. I knew how dangerous Boatware was and my nerves were in a constant state of shock. For some reason it didn't affect my pool game, as a matter of fact I never played better in my life! It's probably something a psychiatrist should study and look into. Finally, Boatware shows up at Trueloves and his has nine more brutes from the gang with him. They all had cue butts and black jacks and Boatware had a .38 cal. long. I figured this was it, maybe I could escape with a few broken bones. To speed this up, Boatware called to Johnny, "You looking for me?" Johnny's reply, "Yes, I certainly am. I want that cue stick back!" Boatware opened his shirt and flashed the .38 in his pants. Boatware, "You ready to die for it?" Sugar Shack, "Show me a bullet!" Crazy as Boatware was, he realized Sugar was even nuttier, so he took another path. Among the nine brutes was a famous tush-hog from Arkansas named Dennis Parker. He was about 6'4" and weighed about 240 lbs. Boatware, "You want the cue stick? He got it." pointing to Dennis Parker. Goofy as Sugar Shack was, fighting some gorilla was a better option than trying to outrun a .38 slug. Sugar Shack, "You mean all I got to do to get the cue stick is whip him? Ok, I'll meet him anywhere he wants, just him and me, and we will fight to the death for that cue stick!" Now big Dennis was no coward, but sanity was now starting to infect these lunatics. Fighting "to the death" for a piece of wood just didn't seem like a good idea. Boatware now sensing that move wasn't going to work either, next told Sugar to meet him out on some point on the highway about 9 PM and he would give him the cue stick. I begged Johnny not to go, I said it has to be a trap. He went anyway, met Boatware, Boatware gave him the cue stick that he had stolen from me, said to meet him at this bar and he would dump his backer to us. We went and he did (about $600), and we all would up getting drunk together. To close, now that all the horror was over, and the town was tame again, Sugar Shack wanted to leave, so we went back to Florida.
About the part that all that fear made me play my best: Grady, you know how good One-Eyed Tony and Hitch played, I was giving Tony Howard his scratches dont count and he was playing me 8 to 6. I was playing Hitch One pocket on that real tough pocket table 10 to 8-- me spotting him -- for thousand dollar sets. Now Tony is long dead, but Hitch is still alive to confirm my story (Hitch has since passed). They were both in Truelove's when Boatware came in with his boys. Boatware was later arrested in a shoot out with police at a motel and given a long prison term.

the Beard

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the first half of the story was good and then my eyes started bleeding and I didn't get to the end.
 
I looked but couldnt find any story by you...

corvette1340 said:
the first half of the story was good and then my eyes started bleeding and I didn't get to the end.

I looked, but couldnt find any story by you...just this -- an as usual knock. Maybe we could do a whole thread of your knocks. Does anybody think that might be interesting? The original poster, and others asked for these stories. I put these stories on the forums to entertain and enlighten the younger forum members who have an interest in the "old days." I am, and have been, a respected story teller for the last 30 years. I have a short story on Amazon.com (Gar, The Iron Man) that his been one of their most read items for the last 3 months. I have two successful books and a DVD. When I'm at a tournament and I start a pool conversation, I draw a crowd. In 2007 at Derby City, when Cardone and I got into a pool argument it got so out of hand that they made us take it into the Accu-stats video table area so the sweators could sit in the bleachers and watch. Diana Hoppe even video taped the whole argument. I'm sick of of people trying to kill everyone else's enjoyment with knocks based on nothing more than their own nastiness.

the Beard
 
freddy the beard said:
I looked, but couldnt find any story by you...just this -- an as usual knock. Maybe we could do a whole thread of your knocks. Does anybody think that might be interesting? The original poster, and others asked for these stories. I put these stories on the forums to entertain and enlighten the younger forum members who have an interest in the "old days." I am, and have been, a respected story teller for the last 30 years. I have a short story on Amazon.com (Gar, The Iron Man) that his been one of their most read items for the last 3 months. I have two successful books and a DVD. When I'm at a tournament and I start a pool conversation, I draw a crowd. In 2007 at Derby City, when Cardone and I got into a pool argument it got so out of hand that they made us take it into the Accu-stats video table area so the sweators could sit in the bleachers and watch. Diana Hoppe even video taped the whole argument. I'm sick of of people trying to kill everyone else's enjoyment with knocks based on nothing more than their own nastiness.

the Beard


who exactly have I ever knocked? Also, I like your stories and have never stated otherwise. This one in particular made my eyes start bleeding because it was a 5000 word single paragraph. I've also shared tons of stories on here about my dealings with Shannon Daulton and Mike Coltrain on the road hustling golf, playing golf with Corey Deuel, Gabe Owen shooting barbox 8 ball with me as a teammate, pitching coins with Scotty Townsend, getting into bar skirmishes with Brian White, and several about Stevie Moore, Bruce Berrong, Tony Watson, etc..
I don't think you searched at all, did you Freddy?
 
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corvette1340 said:
who exactly have I ever knocked? Also, I like your stories and have never stated otherwise. This one in particular made my eyes start bleeding because it was a 5000 word single paragraph. I've also shared tons of stories on here about my dealings with Shannon Daulton and Mike Coltrain on the road hustling golf, playing golf with Corey Deuel, Gabe Owen shooting barbox 8 ball with me as a teammate, pitching coins with Scotty Townsend, getting into bar skirmishes with Brian White, and several about Stevie Moore, Bruce Berrong, Tony Watson, etc..
I don't think you searched at all, did you Freddy?
Hey Vette, Coltrain (from 15-19 or so) was my "little cousin." We had to have met. You wouldn't believe the action I could stir up with this bead wearin', flip-flopping kid. We had a blast. Roger (his dad) would sometimes go with us. He liked to give credentials way too early in the woofing. Killed us action some times.
 
Forget it, Im getting old and senstive

corvette1340 said:
who exactly have I ever knocked? Also, I like your stories and have never stated otherwise. This one in particular made my eyes start bleeding because it was a 5000 word single paragraph. I've also shared tons of stories on here about my dealings with Shannon Daulton and Mike Coltrain on the road hustling golf, playing golf with Corey Deuel, Gabe Owen shooting barbox 8 ball with me as a teammate, pitching coins with Scotty Townsend, getting into bar skirmishes with Brian White, and several about Stevie Moore, Bruce Berrong, Tony Watson, etc..
I don't think you searched at all, did you Freddy?


I took it a little wrong. I have ran into so many knockers on these forums that I am a little paranoid. I did look through the whole thread to see if you posted a story on this thread. Still in all, I thought it was a good story and deserving of more than an eye bleed. Get some lasix.

the Beard
 
crawfish said:
Hey Vette, Coltrain (from 15-19 or so) was my "little cousin." We had to have met. You wouldn't believe the action I could stir up with this bead wearin', flip-flopping kid. We had a blast. Roger (his dad) would sometimes go with us. He liked to give credentials way too early in the woofing. Killed us action some times.

this was in the summer of 2003. I met Shannon and Train in Raleigh and we were to play some guys a team match for heavy money at the golf course. The match stalled for a couple of days so we frequented the strip clubs and bars. By the way, if you haven't been to a strip joint with Shannon then you are missing a treat.

Anyway, the game finally went off in Asheboro, NC with two guys (Derek Leonard, aka Chewtobacco, and some bookie) I layed it down pretty good, but apparently Chew and the other guy didn't like it because they bolted on the sixteenth hole down $1450 each while we were hitting our approach shots. We went after them but when we got to the clubhouse they had left there carts in the parking lot and hauled ass.

We drove to High Point where Chew's folks have a little game room, but he was nowhere to be found. I shared a room with Train that night and I remember the Giants were playing the Angels in the World Series. Troy Glaus hit a homerun to win the game and Train jumped up and down on his bed like a little kid. The next day I drove back to Georgia and instead of being up a thousand or so, I was down several hundred from staying in Raleigh for a few days. Good Times.
 
freddy the beard said:
I took it a little wrong. I have ran into so many knockers on these forums that I am a little paranoid. I did look through the whole thread to see if you posted a story on this thread. Still in all, I thought it was a good story and deserving of more than an eye bleed. Get some lasix.

the Beard


no sweat Freddy. I actually read the whole story, I was just busting your balls. I went to Wal-Mart and got some Visine and my eyes are fine now.
 
Tush Hog? I've been around in 7 different decades and that one got by me. Sounds so friggin gay for a tough guy-reminds me of 'Rump Wrangler' If i was a Tush Hog, nobody better call me that.
 
Fragged said:
Tush Hog? I've been around in 7 different decades and that one got by me. Sounds so friggin gay for a tough guy-reminds me of 'Rump Wrangler' If i was a Tush Hog, nobody better call me that.

I'll be around for 7 decades in 3 more years and I don't think I ever heard the term before I came on AZBilliards either. Maybe it depends what part of the country your from. We called them weight or attitude changers. If he was carrying it was "I'll bring some heat along just in case." Johnnyt
 
corvette1340 said:
this was in the summer of 2003. I met Shannon and Train in Raleigh and we were to play some guys a team match for heavy money at the golf course. The match stalled for a couple of days so we frequented the strip clubs and bars. By the way, if you haven't been to a strip joint with Shannon then you are missing a treat.

Anyway, the game finally went off in Asheboro, NC with two guys (Derek Leonard, aka Chewtobacco, and some bookie) I layed it down pretty good, but apparently Chew and the other guy didn't like it because they bolted on the sixteenth hole down $1450 each while we were hitting our approach shots. We went after them but when we got to the clubhouse they had left there carts in the parking lot and hauled ass.

We drove to High Point where Chew's folks have a little game room, but he was nowhere to be found. I shared a room with Train that night and I remember the Giants were playing the Angels in the World Series. Troy Glaus hit a homerun to win the game and Train jumped up and down on his bed like a little kid. The next day I drove back to Georgia and instead of being up a thousand or so, I was down several hundred from staying in Raleigh for a few days. Good Times.
I heard that f#%$ing story. I heard they ran through the woods, leaving their clubs and all. Gotta love it.
 
crawfish said:
I heard that f#%$ing story. I heard they ran through the woods, leaving their clubs and all. Gotta love it.


lol, they didn't go through the woods, but they pulled a fast one. The
16th hole at Ashboro Country Club is a long par 5 dogleg right with the 17th hole running parallel to it coming straight back at us. We had the tee and hit our drives down the fairway. When Chew teed up he was aimed down the 17th hole. Well when he teed up I knew that it must be shorter, home course advantage and knowledge, no biggie. They hit their drives down the wrong fairway and we went to our respective golf balls.

After we hit our second shots up around the green we drove up and then waited a bit for their incoming shots, only they never came. Shannon started screaming "goddamn, there they go up the path. Sure enough, they were hauling as up the 18th cart path toward the club house and the rest as they say is history.
 
corvette1340 said:
lol, they didn't go through the woods, but they pulled a fast one. The
16th hole at Ashboro Country Club is a long par 5 dogleg right with the 17th hole running parallel to it coming straight back at us. We had the tee and hit our drives down the fairway. When Chew teed up he was aimed down the 17th hole. Well when he teed up I knew that it must be shorter, home course advantage and knowledge, no biggie. They hit their drives down the wrong fairway and we went to our respective golf balls.

After we hit our second shots up around the green we drove up and then waited a bit for their incoming shots, only they never came. Shannon started screaming "goddamn, there they go up the path. Sure enough, they were hauling as up the 18th cart path toward the club house and the rest as they say is history.
I can't take it. Classic. They called me at this bar once because some "player" was there and was looking to get played. I talked to him on the phone and his name was Bill something and wanted to play some cheap sets. He was an APA 6 (or some line similar). I told him I'd be right there. I get there and recognize the player. I told him I was a 4 in the APA and needed the seven. I would play some five ahead for a buck or two. Last two is all I can do, was the reply.
"No thanks, Chewy."
"Sure, Keith?"
"I'm sure."
We both had the right line. Funny, how far the "playout of the game" got before we both said eachother's real name.
 
Fragged said:
Tush Hog? I've been around in 7 different decades and that one got by me. Sounds so friggin gay for a tough guy-reminds me of 'Rump Wrangler' If i was a Tush Hog, nobody better call me that.

You made me laugh out loud with that gem!:D Good one!

For your persual, I went to "search" at the top center-right and typed in "tush-hogs" and it returned with this....
http://forums.azbilliards.com/search.php?searchid=1471072

I was born in 1959 and got started in pool in 1970. I remember hearing and reading about that term since Jr High. Maybe it is a regional thing?

Beard, when did YOU first hear that term? Now I'm also interested in its genesis.
 
Johnnyt said:
Yes I'm writing a book from my teenage gang years, criminal activities, my pool hustling days, and up until I changed my ways and become a nurse to help people not hurt them.

There are a lot more people on AZBilliards more interesting than me. They were real road players who played the best in the world. I'm very small potato's compared to them. Johnnyt
JohnnyT, I don't know if I know you or not, but I can tell you've been
around a while. I spent some time in my youth as a gofer for "Titanic"
Thompson. His son Tommy and I became quite close. If even half the
stories Ti told me about the early days, when he and Mr. Cokes ran
together, were true, God help anyone who crossed them!
 
southern drawl or drunk slurred I suspect

Just a guess on my part but a tusk hog is a big wild boar or a badass to tangle with in a bar fight in my neck of the woods. I suspect that "tusK" got corrupted to "tush" somewhere along the line.

Hu


Terry Ardeno said:
You made me laugh out loud with that gem!:D Good one!

For your persual, I went to "search" at the top center-right and typed in "tush-hogs" and it returned with this....
http://forums.azbilliards.com/search.php?searchid=1471072

I was born in 1959 and got started in pool in 1970. I remember hearing and reading about that term since Jr High. Maybe it is a regional thing?

Beard, when did YOU first hear that term? Now I'm also interested in its genesis.
 
Certainly not very regional

Terry Ardeno said:
I was born in 1959 and got started in pool in 1970. I remember hearing and reading about that term since Jr High. Maybe it is a regional thing?

Beard, when did YOU first hear that term? Now I'm also interested in its genesis.

It comes from the South of course, but I heard it in New York , Texas, Florida, and Calif. to name a few. I always thought the origin might have been originally "Touch" Hog for somebody that would put his hands on you, and slurred to Tush. Tusk-Hog like the other forum member mentioned is another possibility.

the Beard
 
freddy the beard said:
It comes from the South of course, but I heard it in New York , Texas, Florida, and Calif. to name a few. I always thought the origin might have been originally "Touch" Hog for somebody that would put his hands on you, and slurred to Tush. Tusk-Hog like the other forum member mentioned is another possibility.

the Beard
Also, a bush hog, is a rotating blade that takes down almost anything (kind of like a weedeater on steroids and acid). They are almost indestructable. I have also heard it called a tush hog. It is definitely a Southern thing.
 
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