NorCalHawk12":17x2unag said:
irocdave":17x2unag said:
I worked with a guy from Oklahoma in the late 90's. White guy. We called him Okie John. He enjoyed that nickname. One day in the lunch room he was reminiscing about his limited days in High school school. He said he and his buddies had set several traps on the path to school and on their way home and one day they found a bobcat in the trap.
It's been so long I cant recall the exact words from Okie John but in essence he said the following. "we took that wild ass cat and stuffed it into a suitcase while wearing welding gloves. The cat *screwed* us up, even with the heavy leather gloves.
We took that suitcase with the cat in it to the black part of town and put the suitcase next to a light pole. We parked across the street and waited. Then a 4 door Cadillac drove by slowly then skidded to a stop, reversed quickly. One guy jumped out and grabbed the suitcase and the Caddy started to drive off. It started to weave around a couple of seconds after they took off, then crashed in to a pole in the next block and six guys bailed out and ran for their lives.
That's what I imagine tackling Lynch is like, all teeth and claws. No win proposition.
I just cracked-the-Eff-up reading this. Even though I knew what was gonna happen...
cool story.............bro.
It was epically hilarious when two tooth Okie John told it back then. I had a hard time repeating it without all the racial slurs he used. What was more ironic wasthat we had several black guys in the crew shack at the time that found it as funny as us white guys.
On the same job (just east of what was "sound Mind and Body" gym in Fremont) We had a black laborer that was cool as hell. We were knee deep in the project and found out we had to clear out the middle of the job for the Fremont Fair / parade. Guess it involved thousands of naked bicyclists? The Monday morning after the freak fest this one black laborer who was in to bicycles was asked if he attended. His words as best I can remember were **** no, If I road my bike naked my shit would have been caught up in the spokes."
I don't know what it was on that job, so many firsts for me in people relations. Seattle black is much easier for me to understand than southern white, still is. The Seagull that exploded on the power lines, the crazy roided up white guy that jumped out of a boom lift 65' on to the 5th floor of the Evanston Building to beat up the one of the assistant Supts, carpenters nailing electricians bags to core gang forms and pouring them in....man lots of memories on that project.
Also remember helping drag a I5 jumper body out of the water as well as watching Paul Allen's first Yacht cruise the Canal while we were working a 16 hour day.