Scars and was stories?

A few people caught up with him, worked him over a bit and the cops arrested him. He was out of jail BEFORE I was off the operating table. I pressed charges, testified at a Grand Jury hearing and HE WAS WARNED TO STAY AWAY FROM THE LOUNGE, NO OTHER ACTION. Our Justice system at work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I legally carried a .380 in a shoulder holster from that point on.
 
Assault with a deadly weapon resulting in grave injury and he was only warned to stay away from the bar? What Town/county, State,Country was this in- so I can stay away???!!!! that's attempted homicide, isn't it?

When you went for his shoulder instead of his head- sounds a lot like me. I've gotten away with this kindness in the past, an incident with a gun, but all those who haven't swear they will never be that kind again.
Here's this guy who wants to take a drink outside and knifes you because of it. I hope his workover left him fresh as a daisey.


munk
 
Originally posted by munk
Why wasn't he charged?



munk
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He was a Mexican National, worked at the Race Track and disappeared. Never saw him again. Three of his brothers were going to take revenge on me after the I recovered, but some amigos of mine got wind of it and changed their minds. Don't ask me how, I don't know and don't want to know. Still felt safer with my shoulder holster carry.

As stated before, he was released before I was off the operating table and disappeared from there. That was back in 89
 
Two observations; It never ceases to amaze me, after a scum does you wrong, he vows revenge if you fight back. So the guy's buds were going to take revenge for him knifing you...makes perfect sense to the brain dead.

The other thing is that most Mexican Nationals who work here are pretty good folks. One of my neighbors once told me he can't stand the second generation illegal/immigrant families. The kids have turned to garbage. No one works, goes to church, or has a family, they just have babies. He was from Mexico City. He would not speak to my neighbors on the other side of me, as they matched his description perfectly. I lived in So Cal at the time.

I imagine we do not get the cream of the crop from Mexico.

munk
 
And let's not forget Canada's other greatest feature, El Hoover Del Norte. There's rumored to be a cache of khuks there so large it'll throw your compass off magnetic north! :eek:

Only one serious knife cut for me, a five-stitcher I got impaling my palm while dressing a deer a few years back. Fortunately the knife was very sharp, the cut was not too deep and my hands were frozen numb enough to allow me to get home with minimal blood loss using a wound dressing made from a flannel shirt-tail bound tightly with electrical tape. :rolleyes:
 
My wife was born and raized in the mountains west and south of Mexico city. She wants nothing to do with the Tex-Mex folks around here. She has three women that she gets along with but they also came from deep into Mexico. She says the ones born and raized here are rude,ignorant and don't speak spanish so she can understand what they are saying.

Dio, I don't think you get free medical care in Canada. I have talked to a few folks that came here from Canada. I've been told that the taxes are so high there that you should get some thing for free. That will be socialized medicine (Govornment).
 
We will not close our borders because one political party gets votes there and the other is afraid of offending any votes it might get and of being called racist. Too bad we don't have a real immigration policy.

Pappy, I've a close friend whose wife hails from central Mexico- same story. Too bad we can't get our immigrants there.


munk
 
I lived in New Mexico -- mostly Taos area -- several years and it's a different world. I called Taos a tri-cultural experiment that failed.

This is a tough thread for me -- sight of blood makes me sick. When I was a kid working in the hayfields a pal of mine got his arm caught in the baler. I had to hold his arm together on the drive to the hospital. Me, my pal, the car all soaked with blood. Never been the same since.
 
And let's not forget Canada's other greatest feature, El Hoover Del Norte. There's rumored to be a cache of khuks there so large it'll throw your compass off magnetic north
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:D:D:D

I was using a commercial deli meat slicer machine and this guy (ironically) was telling me about this horrific car accident that he was in and barely survived. Well I was holding the onion I was slicing instead of using the built in meat holder attachment (smart ain't I?) and well, it sliced my thumb just like the onion. I don't think it would have hurt nearly as bad if the blade didn't have onion juice all over it. Funny thing is I remember the cirular blade spinning in my thumb, and that's the memory that made me almost faint after it happened. Wasn't too bad of a cut really they sewed the tip back on..

Saw two guys horsing around in another restaurant. One held a 4" paring knife in his hand while he held a container full of tomotoes. The other guy was pushing him and he didn't see the blade---pushed his hand ALL the way onto the blade. Man, did the blood ever spray!!:barf: He had alot of stiches inside and out of hand.

My dad used to work in a sawmill in the 50's. No guards, no OSHA. The guy working in front of him was pushing a big board into the planer(i think) with his hand. WEll, board was wet and slippery. He slipped and his hand and arm up to the middle forearm went in. The pieces and spray hit my dad. Said he didn't see carnage like that again til Korea...

This thread is a good appetite supressant.
 
There's probably a house or office somewhere that has a board christened in blood holding it up.



munk
 
Apart from childhood accidents (stabbing a throwing knife into my forehead, slicing my fingers up while doing woodwork with the trusty old Frost Mora-Knife, slicing my thumb up to the bone with a surgical scalpel and so on) i recently had a funny anectdote with a heavy butchers knife.
I had just honed my Solingen kitchen knives razor sharp a week earlier. I came home after a late night drunk and used the knife to cut some onions (i was trying to cook some tomato sauce in this terrible state). The knife dropped from the stove and I kicked into it midair. The heavy knife nearly cut three of my toes off and the deepest gash went down to the bone. The blood that gushed out all over my floors was almost black. Being so drunk i just sprayed the wound with klorhexidine ( a swedish antiseptic) and taped it together with some tissues and scotch tape. Next day i went to work and tried to act like nothing had happened... Thats what you get for midnite cooking. I cant remember if i ate the pasta sauce or what it tasted like.
 
Originally posted by Machetero
Apart from childhood accidents (stabbing a throwing knife into my forehead, slicing my fingers up while doing woodwork with the trusty old Frost Mora-Knife, slicing my thumb up to the bone with a surgical scalpel and so on) i recently had a funny anectdote with a heavy butchers knife.
I had just honed my Solingen kitchen knives razor sharp a week earlier. I came home after a late night drunk and used the knife to cut some onions (i was trying to cook some tomato sauce in this terrible state). The knife dropped from the stove and I kicked into it midair. The heavy knife nearly cut three of my toes off and the deepest gash went down to the bone. The blood that gushed out all over my floors was almost black. Being so drunk i just sprayed the wound with klorhexidine ( a swedish antiseptic) and taped it together with some tissues and scotch tape. Next day i went to work and tried to act like nothing had happened... Thats what you get for midnite cooking. I cant remember if i ate the pasta sauce or what it tasted like.
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And I just finished my dinner...:footinmou
Well, comparing to you I should consider myself lucky; two small cuts, no stitches, no surgery. But I'm just beginning with khuks, so who knows what happens when I get a real (=HI) one:D
 
The late, great Bob Engnath, who used to grind blades in his Glendale, CA shop, included this story in his catalog:

I had a guy spend some time at my counter one day, explaining how expert he was with the use of the Katana, or Japanese sword. He decided to show me the proper, chopping stroke, using one of my boldly curved, Tachi blades.. The ceiling was high enough, and there wasn't anyone else around, so I said he could demonstrate. This fellow tried an overhead stroke. With a tremendous yell, he swept the blade way back over his head in the backstroke. Then he let out another, different sort of yell. He'd wound up so far on the backstroke that the tip of the blade went about an inch and a half into the top of his right bun. Never did come back to show me how the rest of it went. Moral of the yarn. Anyone can do some Errol Flynn stuff with a button tipped foil, but when you're messing around with two and a half feet of sharp steel, you'd better know where it is, all the time.
 
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