Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

when I was a kid back in Klamath Falls Oregon most of the streets were not paved. Kids played outside and ventured away from home. One of our favorite pastimes was rock fighting. We always went for the headshot. We set up barricades and stocked up "ammunition" and went at it till a kid or a couple kids had to go to the doctor to get stitches. One of our tactics was to go into another neighborhood and start a rock fight with the kids there. Across Bhein street and up Prescott were the Adams kids. There was Karen who we called Cornflake because of her large orange freckles and her brothers Mike and Tommy. They were tough and very good at the head shot. We would lure them to our armaments and fight it out with them. One Saturday Ol Cornflake delivered a rock to my eyebrow prompting my mother to load me up and get me to Doctor Merryman for stiches. "Again" he would say and get to work. I was full of revenge after that and I vowed to get Ol Cornflake. The next Saturday things went as usual and I had my own plan. We lured the Adams kids over and began withering fire on them. The pelted us good but had not made the head shot. In my pocket I had the perfect rock that I was saving for the moment when I could get my revenge on Cornflake. Then the perfect opportunity came and I put the rock in my hand--It felt just right and had the perfect shape and the moment I let it fly I knew I would hit my target. I got Ol Cornflake.--- Her strawberry blonde hair turned bright red almost immediately and her brothers gathered around her and started pelting us as they made their retreat. I was puffed up with pride and the satisfaction that I had gotten even. It turns out that our mothers were church ladies together and Bobbi Adams called Louise (my mother) and next thing I knew I was in big trouble. " But she gave me stitches last week" I protested to no avail... Well the years went by. We still called Karen Cornflake. One day when we were riding the schoolbus together--Karen was a senior in highschool and I was a freshman I decided to confess to her that I had thrown the rock that gave her the ultimate head shot. She said "that was you" then I showed her the scar above my eyebrow. "got you good didn't I" she said while laughing. Well we forgave each other that day and had a good laugh. Ol Corn flake became one of my best buddies even after graduation. Funny how it all started with a rock fight.

EL Loc: Massachusetts

Kid's fights made a lot of good friends. They don't get to do that anymore. (I don't know if that's good or bad.)

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

Well you know there are sure a lot of wimpy kids these days. I hired 2 big boys both about 30 to help me stock a roof with 4 pallets of shingles. They were pussies and both of them weighed well over 200 lbs. I'm 63 and wound up doing most of the work.-- They'll stay on the ground picking up trash on this job.

JFlorio Loc: Seminole Florida

Hell Tom kids are soft. My last few years of coaching wrestling we had to take the kids to a state hydration test. They check for water%, body fat that sort of crap. I couldn't believe it. I'd send a skinny looking kid in to get tested and he'd come back with 23% body fat. I asked a tech how that was possible on such a skinny kid? He told me ; no muscle mass. When I wrestled in college I had about 3% body fat. Maybe not healthy but you know the drill. I'm making up for that lack now.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Your post reminds me of many similar days in my pre-adolescent years while growing up in Texas. We preferred using china berries with our slingshots...they were more like real 'ammo,' and gave little thought to injuries. Hell, we were lucky when we hit our targets. As best I can remember, none of us had our eye(s) shot out.

JFlorio Loc: Seminole Florida

We used wallnuts. The greener the better.

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

Heheheh those were the days-- we made our own slingshots and the best rubber came from red inner tubes-- They haven't had those since WW2. Some of the kids had dads who were mechanics and we got hold of ball bearings. Steelies were the ultimate for ammo. We always went for the head shot.. Nobody died and we kept the doctors busy sewing us up.

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

I was a letterman wrestler.. I was small and always had to wrestle a couple weight classes higher. I loved beating kids in front of their parents.

badbobby Loc: texas

good story Tom
haven't seen you in a while

badbobby Loc: texas

Aha
so that is what your trouble is
got one between the eyes,huh?

GmanTerry

I think it's bad. My worst enemy became my best friend after a blow by blow fight. We stood there, he would hit me, then I would hit him. We were seeing who could take the most. After a few, we were both convinced that we were equal. We became friends. Believe it or not, those were good times.

Semper Fi

goofball Loc: timbucktoo

I used to love rock fighting, we used​ to wait for a new house to get the basement dug out, there was always two big piles of dirt with lots of rocks.
We would get about eight or nine guys on each pile, I still have a scar on my forehead!

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

yup

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon