They liked that place - all the loose college queenies.
Oh Man. I got to experience some real problems with them.
The worst I ever saw was at Foggy’s in Christmas. Got there just after it happened. They picked on a skinny little Indian who had a reputation for being as quick as greased lightning and a temper to boot.
Anyway. He jerked the arm out of the socket on one of them wingnuts and broke the jaw of another and, if I remember right, he broke either a arm or a leg of the other. I got there and the police had him handcuffed and sitting in the car. The wingnuts were getting loaded into the meat wagon and getting transported to the hospital.
He did cut for me for a while and like all of them he’d get his pay and disappear for a week or so. After his stake was all spent he would try and come back to work. I had to let him go. Hell of a piece cutter.
Of course, then there was big Bonneys in McFarland. That was EVERY SINGLE weekend for a while.
You remember when that kid blew the door off the Buckhorn Lodge trying to rob the place? We were in there that night and the dumb little shit unloaded with a double and blew the GD door off and the next shot took out just about all the high grade on the back bar. After we climbed back out from under the bar stools one of my workers went out the backdoor and took my service truck and went after him. If I remember right, the state police shot his ass on the highway between Wetmore and Shingleton. At least he wasnt a wingnut.
After that one, I decided that maybe it was time to quit taking the crew for beers after work on the weekends.