We were attacked by a mob of butt buddies calling them selves a “CITIZENS PATROLE”.
Butt buddies were a protected class even in the 70”s.
We were outnumbered by about 4 or 5 to one but the idiots kept coming at us 2 and 3 at a time instead of all at once, so they were getting the crap kicked out of them.
The guy that ran over me got the crap kicked out of him so he got in my truck to run over us.
When he saw me get up after being run over twice he dove out the passengers window and landed on his head splitting it open.
My buddy ran around the truck and planted a steel toe boot in his face.
I had a baseball bat I had taken away from one after he broke my buddies arm with it, and a guy came up behind me and hit me in back of the head. I got a home run on his knee.
Three more came running and jumped my buddy and before they knew what hit them two were out cold.
If that whole mob had attacked us all at once I don't have a doubt they would have killed us. They had knives, bats, pieces of chain, a bolt action rifle (after the guy ran out of ammo and hadn't hit anyone I played Tarzan with it and wrapped it around a tree) and lord only knows what else.
It's amazing what your body can tolerate when it has to.
They gave us a court date but there were never any charges filed against us and they wouldn't file charges against the butt buddies.
Unbelievable! I knew there was a good story behind it. When you say “butt buddies” do you mean that literally, as in homos?
Where did this take place? Sorry for being so nosy, you can tell me to MYOB with no offense taken. Why did they attack you and your friends? Was it private property, a bar, a gathering. Anything happen prior to this “event”?
Amen to that, especially when trying to preserve your life or that of a loved ones.