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[yqtszhj]

I got a call about a fight in a rural bar, and a crazy man had run everyone out of the bar and was in there alone.

Bar fights weren't usually my beat as a Highway Patrolman, but I was the only LEO available in the county right then.
Being forewarned by the patrons and bar owner about what was going on, I put on my riot helmet and grabbed a riot baton.

When I went in, he had a pool cue and we went to war. He was too drunk to be very dangerous but he weighed 295 and couldn't feel any pain.
I split his forehead open,(that really pissed him off) I broke his collar bone, and a couple of ribs, before he quit.

Iggy was a lone wolf mountain man type.
On the way to town, he said, "Damn, you're nasty with that stick!"

While he was in the hospital I was his only visitor.
When he was released from the hospital, I took him to court and to jail. He got 30 days.
I was his only visitor.

When he got out of jail, I took him back to his mountain.

When he treed the bar again, they called me.
He would be on the fight until I walked in
He would say "Aw hell, I can't fight you, you're my friend." He would grin and hold out his hands for the cuffs.
From then on when Iggy got into trouble, they would call me on or off duty and I would go get him.
Over the years we became good friends.

I told him if he got drunk and killed someone in a car wreck I would never forgive him.

One day I was called to investigate a wreck on the mountain. It was Iggy and he had run off the road and wrapped his car around a tree. He was pinned in the car. I crawled in the car with him.
He looked at me and said, "Chip, I didn't kill anyone else."

I said,"Yeh, Iggy, I know" and he died.

I was the only one at his funeral and I spread his ashes on his mountain.
People couldn't understand why I went to all the bother with someone like that.
All I could tell them was," Aw hell, Iggy was my friend."

Nice story. You don't hear about things like that much any more. Thanks for sharing.

[Islander]

I live on an island so......

[Droolguy]

So, I was tired of having to remake usernames for every different account I had when I was like 13.

My real last name is Barker and I was sitting with one of my friends and there was some conversations that I honestly remember almost nothing about.

It went something like this...

Last name is Barker -> Dogs bark
What else do dogs do? -> Drool
Drool is too short, add something too it.
I'm a guy -> Droolguy.

It's stuck ever since then and I have so many accounts with that username that I couldn't change it if I wanted too.

[ranchel]

I asked my three year old daughter if she had a name for the fly she had caught. She said it was called, "Ranchel."

[Baklash]

I was an avid striper fisherman on Lake Lanier, GA for a number of years, fishing 3 tournaments per month because I was in 3 different striper clubs. The first time I ever striper fished though I screwed up letting out an umbrella rig and ended up with a giant birds nest or backlash in the reel. My friend told everyone it was the worst backlash he had ever seen and that it took him 3 days to get it all cleaned up. Boy did he exaggerate a lot......it took only 2 days! Anyway, the name stuck. I could get only 7 letters on my GA license plate so shortened it to Baklash.

[Bobshouse]

The convicts would call their cells their "house". I used to tell them that's not their "house", it was mine.