SG,
Whats a dirty fight. I thought you would have at least had to have been in one to know?

I grew up in a place and time where fist fighting was a respectable pastime. You learned it at a young age. Even at school you where allowed to go out back and settle things. Usually with the PE teacher as the ref.


As far as the ring I was undefeated in "smokers" They where like tough man contests and held in bars in Moscow and Courdelane, Lewiston Idaho back in the 70's early 80's. You paid $5 to$10 bucks a head and got to go 2 rounds at a time with people in you own weight class first then moved up if you wanted. Winner usualy got a couple of $100. You had to wear gloves and then they got soft and made people start wearing head gear. You where usually pretty drunk by the time the last fight rolled around. You almost always ended up with some shiat faced local logger type that was fat with a face as hard as a post.
It was an easy way to make beer money and helped finance quite a few fishing and hunting trips.

I think the most memorable ones however where around Apple cup time. No shortage of purple and goldie locks boys that would take umbrage to a little Cougar baiting. There was a bar called the Roanoke Inn that was a pretty fertile scraping ground after the game. Or you could go into any frat party and show some crimson and grey for a little action.

The toughest guy I ever faced was a Mexican in Wenatchee during Apple blossom. He was maybe 140-150lbs. He was fast. He broke my cheek bone and it swelled up about the size of a softball in about a minute. Pissed me off. I can still feel it to this day when I sneeze.