It's really really hard to answer these scenario situations with the "you shoulda done this or that" answers. Every situation is different because the people are different, there's the guys that if you look at them wrong it's on, and those that buckle to any show of backbone.
I get criticized for being in the situations that are less than copasetic, but I got in them in the first place because I could.
Knowing what to say or do for the situation as it is is the key. I had the hugest solidest 1% biker (450+ pounds) you'd never want to see in your face that had made the comment "looks like a yuppy to me" when I was being introduced to him. As this party was being organized people had pointed out to my "walk on the wild side" girlfriend that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to be at this biker party, the way it was put was "Keith looks like a yuppy and (blank) kills yuppies". I assured my girlfriend that I could handle the situation, don't worry about me. So I'm being introduced to the biggest, solidest boulder of a human being I've ever seen (in my face anyway). In response to his comment I leaned a little closer to him and asked, "if you see a yuppy why don't you try to kick his (gluteous maximus)?" The room went silent as people waited for the carnage that was to be me, heck, I figured I'd get trashed. We stared at each other and I took a measured step back, he started laughing and said "I like this guy, he's got (cahones)". This was the correct response at that time for that guy, it may never have worked on another. I ended up with a nickname with that club that I really didn't like but I owned it anyway, I was evermore "that yuppy mother f#%7er that Susan's with, or just that yuppy MF".
Later he wanted to know what was in the briefcase I always had with me, I flicked the one latched catch open and had a six inch Colt Diamondback in my hand. He made the obvious observation that it was "just a .22", a couple other club members came over to check it out and one made the comment that a .22 was a professional's weapon and looked at me a bit closer. My new buddy looked at me differently knowing I had access to a gun but hadn't pull it out because of an eminent physical threat. We'll never know if when I stepped back I was going to grab that Diamondback or not, rest assured I was in a serious threat of getting severely hurt. Let's just say I had no intention of getting run over by a guy who looked like a tank that had a reputation for killing yuppies. That's the one time I was feeling a .22 might be inadequate, sort of like taking a .22 to a tank fight. I remember thinking the Python would have made me feel quite a bit more secure, I also remember thinking "headshot or I'm gonna get hurt".
I know there's a hundred guys on here that think they'd have handled it better but they never would have been in this particular situation in the first place so it's a moot point.
I went 20 plus years figuring I'd take certain stories about things I did to the grave, but the time gone by has me feeling like it's in the past and safer to talk about as long as clubs and specific people aren't named.
I get criticized for being in the situations that are less than copasetic, but I got in them in the first place because I could.
Knowing what to say or do for the situation as it is is the key. I had the hugest solidest 1% biker (450+ pounds) you'd never want to see in your face that had made the comment "looks like a yuppy to me" when I was being introduced to him. As this party was being organized people had pointed out to my "walk on the wild side" girlfriend that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to be at this biker party, the way it was put was "Keith looks like a yuppy and (blank) kills yuppies". I assured my girlfriend that I could handle the situation, don't worry about me. So I'm being introduced to the biggest, solidest boulder of a human being I've ever seen (in my face anyway). In response to his comment I leaned a little closer to him and asked, "if you see a yuppy why don't you try to kick his (gluteous maximus)?" The room went silent as people waited for the carnage that was to be me, heck, I figured I'd get trashed. We stared at each other and I took a measured step back, he started laughing and said "I like this guy, he's got (cahones)". This was the correct response at that time for that guy, it may never have worked on another. I ended up with a nickname with that club that I really didn't like but I owned it anyway, I was evermore "that yuppy mother f#%7er that Susan's with, or just that yuppy MF".
Later he wanted to know what was in the briefcase I always had with me, I flicked the one latched catch open and had a six inch Colt Diamondback in my hand. He made the obvious observation that it was "just a .22", a couple other club members came over to check it out and one made the comment that a .22 was a professional's weapon and looked at me a bit closer. My new buddy looked at me differently knowing I had access to a gun but hadn't pull it out because of an eminent physical threat. We'll never know if when I stepped back I was going to grab that Diamondback or not, rest assured I was in a serious threat of getting severely hurt. Let's just say I had no intention of getting run over by a guy who looked like a tank that had a reputation for killing yuppies. That's the one time I was feeling a .22 might be inadequate, sort of like taking a .22 to a tank fight. I remember thinking the Python would have made me feel quite a bit more secure, I also remember thinking "headshot or I'm gonna get hurt".
I know there's a hundred guys on here that think they'd have handled it better but they never would have been in this particular situation in the first place so it's a moot point.
I went 20 plus years figuring I'd take certain stories about things I did to the grave, but the time gone by has me feeling like it's in the past and safer to talk about as long as clubs and specific people aren't named.