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The Novotel Bord de Loire is located on Ile de Nantes, right in the heart of the cultural center. The tram is right on the hotel's doorstep and takes you to the city center in 2 minutes and the airport in 20 minutes. It is 9 minutes from the train station and the Events Center on the Chronobus. It has free WIFI, a private car park, 3 meeting rooms, restaurant and modern bar. The hotel is also very close to the Machines de l'Ile and the Hangar à Bananes - unmissable cultural spots in the city!
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Location: Washington DC
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Preparation: Buying the Mototaxi
I knew from a little research that buying a motorcycle in Peru can result in a long wait, and that the best idea is to take care of everything ahead of time. I had enough going on in my personal life (and, truth be told, enough of a devil-may-care attitude) to decide that I'd worry about everything once I arrived in Peru... what happens, happens.
I am by no means fluent in Spanish, however I spent three years in Colombia during the early 90's and can get by - even though I haven't really used my Spanish much in fifteen years. If anything, this trip would really put it to the test.
My first day in Lima I headed over to
Honda Desert Racing SAC
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Honda CG125NL Ultra Abierta
and drive it around South America.
Instead of disbelief, he responded with excited glee, my first of what would be many times people would love the craziness of the idea. Within minutes I had a price (it was even on sale - 5,740 soles, or approximately $2000USD) and bank account info for a wire transfer. I immediately used xoom.com to wire the money, though I could not get their account to work and instead wired myself cash at Banco de Credito del Peru (BCP).
When my transfer cleared, I went to pick it up and was surprised at the modern setup at the BCP branch nearby, complete with a touchscreen kiosk to select my service and take a number. Eventually I made it up to the counter and with minimum fuss was able to accept the cash transfer as well as perform a deposit into the Desert Honda account. BCP provided me with a receipt which I then took back to Desert Honda so they could order the mototaxi!
After much back and forth, I was given to understand that it would take ten days to deliver the mototaxi and fifteen days for the government plates. I thought they could do both at the same time (for fifteen days total), but that turned out to be a misunderstanding... which I found out when I returned ten days later and was told it would still be another fifteen days!
Without much of a fuss, I found things to entertain me (what happens, happens right?) in the interim, arriving back in Lima today to find out that my mototaxi is here and my paperwork and license plates should be ready tomorrow. I'll find out for sure how that goes then, but for now, here is a picture of my mototaxi (phone shot, real pictures will be forthcoming) and some information on it:
125cc, gasoline, 1 cylinder
7.2@8500 KW/rpm (~9.6hp @ 8500RPM)
1,315mm (~52 inches)
2,840mm (~112 inches)
1,710m (~67 inches)
Net Weight:
235kg (518lbs)
Gross Weight:
415kg (915lbs)
Max Cargo Load:
180kg (397lbs)
3 wheels, 1 drive (rear left)
The General Plan:
I will be heading south mostly trying to avoid large roads - the Panamerican especially. Unfortunately I need to take it (jumping off onto the accompanying side roads as much as possible) down to Ica, then the plan is to swing towards Arequipa for the first service.
After that, I hope to head towards the Salar de Uyuni while it's still covered in water, then slide southwards towards Tierra del Fuego on the crappiest, most remote roads I can find (as long as they aren't pure sand). With a top speed around 60kmh, it's just frustrating and boring to drive on perfect tarmac - plus I hate cities, instead preferring small villages and raw nature.
Food will be foraged as available from local villages, though I expect to find myself hungry and alone as often as not. During the night I expect to mostly be sleeping in the mototaxi, though I have a tent for crazy weather (and I am carrying some solid gear which should stand me for all weather)... A mototaxi can be surprisingly comfortable from previous experience:
The rest will be about great random experiences, awesome photos, and as much fun with video as I can manage... plus I'll be writing on my blog as well as more motorcycle-related posts here.
How long will I travel for? I don't know... right now, the plan is to stay down here in South America until I run out of money. Originally I planned for 6+ months, but the way I'm being irresponsible it may be limited to three or four. We'll see how it goes - what happens, happens.
The Hook:
As part of this trip, I hope to inspire people to donate to an awesome charity that has done amazing work all over the world, especially down here in South America:
Operation Smile
. They put on large clinics to perform surgery on children with facial deformities in order to massively improve their quality of life.
If, over the course of this ride report during the next few months, you find yourself enjoying my writing, photos, or videos, I hope you'll take a moment to share the word with others by linking them to my site at
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3. Cover the dish with greaseproof paper and bake in a preheated moderately hot oven for 20 minutes. Remove the trout from the dish, then carefully remove the skin. Arrange the trout on a warmed serving platter and keep hot.
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As they do each year, the Chiefs spent the Thanksgiving holiday handing out turkey dinners to low-income families in the Kansas City area. But instead of giving thanks, one fan skipped the platitudes and delved straight into a football discussion with receiver Dexter McCluster. In this video from KSHB.com, McCluster visited the home of a fan identified as Ms. Louise, doling out a warm meal and signed Chiefs memorabilia to the elderly lady. She couldn't resist reminding him that the 1-9 club is … well, 1-9. "Y'all better start winning some games," Ms. Louise said. "I've been praying, but y'all got to work a little bit harder." McCluster was a good sport about it. "She definitely gave me a pep talk," he said. If only the 52 other active players received the same motivation, they might be able to climb out of the AFC West cellar. Alas…
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I'm hoping to see another quilted finish and another knitted finish before next weekend! Hey, when you're on a roll … LOL
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Thursday, 26 March 2015
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Between last Friday and Tuesday, we (WM, mum and I) notched up over 2,000 kilometres (1250 miles) by driving out to Bathurst to collect my nephew from university then to drive to Tamworth, where my sister lives. Saturday was the wedding of my sister's older daughter – the wedding itself was held in Quirindi (the town where my niece lives) and the reception in the village of Duri. After the wedding we returned to Tamworth where were staying in a motel; DD and SIL had the room next door – it was lovely to spend some time with them.
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Wednesday, 18 March 2015
plenty of sewing time
Mum is doing well; she has improved physically in the week she has been here which is a good sign. She is no longer stooped and shuffling; being undernourished will do that to you! Instead, she is eating very well and has regained her usual stride. Yesterday she even worked out in the garden with WM for a couple of hours.
Her biggest interest is reading and she spends hours absorbed in books. This frees me up to be in the sewing room so I am getting quite a bit done.
A couple of weeks ago, my quilting teacher donated a partially completed quilt to Caring Hearts Community Quilters – all I had to do was finish the quilting, make binding, attach it and sew it down. I have done all but the last task, so no photos until I show you the finished project!
My Jacob's Ladder Goes Barn Raising is quilted. Life is so much easier when I think about the quilting before I pin baste; then I can position the pins out of the way of stitching lines. The quilting was done in no time but it seemed to take almost as long to sew in all the ends! You can't see it here (because the photo is pre-quilting); I sewed diagonal lines about 5" apart through the centres of the squares that make up the diagonals.
The binding is cut and waiting for the strips to be joined.
I have also been knitting! Shock of shocks!!
In the past three days, I have worked on Crinkles Hoodie by doing a three needle bind off on the shoulders and starting the first sleeve (the photo, which is of the back, is really not worth showing but I know you like pictures! LOL)
Last December, I started knitting Charley Bear for my great-niece who will be two next month; I began on the train on 16 December and haven't touched it since. On Monday, I stuffed the body and head. I am so not enjoying this! There are so many fiddly little pieces to come, of the type: CO 4 stitches, K 2 rows, increase either end of next row, knit 1 row. Bind off! I have no desire to be a toy maker! The head is on the left; it seems proportionally too large for the body!
And I've finished a pair of small women's socks which were started on 21 February. The second sock was cast on 6 March.
My current reading is varied, but includes 100 Days of Real Food by Lisa Leake. She started a blog a few years ago and it led to a book! Our copy only arrived yesterday so I'm not really in a position to write a review just yet. It certainly is an interesting read.
There are some advantages to having had to cut back on my away-from-home activities, at least for a few weeks! ;-)
Linking up with WiP Wednesday and Yarn Along when they go live.
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Thursday, 12 March 2015
life has taken a new path
Please excuse me if I'm not around blogland much.
For those who are Christians, your prayers would be appreciated. Thank you.
Sunday, 1 March 2015
saying goodbye to pink
It hasn't been a very productive month, sewing-wise, for me. In the middle of the month, my uncle, who has been researching my paternal family for many years, sent me some information from a distant relative that neither of us has met. At first I only glanced at it, then I decided to read it, then I compared it to the information I had in my family tree. I was hooked! I spent all my days working on my family history – refining and adding. I'm an "all or nothing" kind of gal; when I get involved in something I don't do it by halves; and so (almost) the rest of month passed without a stitch of sewing!
I did, however, do some knitting! Don't fall down in shock! Last Saturday, I had to attend a meeting of the local branch of the Knitters' Guild (I was tutoring on 'planned pooling') so knitting was needed! I cast on a sock during the meeting and finished on Friday afternoon. I don't normally knit during daylight hours but I had dropped a couple of stitches and couldn't see by the poor light in our living room to pick them up so I had to do it while the sun was shining! And, as luck would have it, the sock is knitted in Moda Vera Noir (a sock yarn) in the colour way "pink mix"!
I say "luck" because pink was the colour for this month's the Rainbow Scrap Challenge. At four o'clock yesterday afternoon, I settled into my sewing room. I had told myself that I would spend an hour cutting and sorting but that just depressed me – after two weeks away from my sewing room (I didn't even attend class last Monday because I had a raging headache) I just wanted to sew. Knowing that it was the last day of 'pink', I decided to use my pink crumbs and have some fun. I started out with the intention of making 4.5" squares and just started sewing crumbs of roughly the same length (on one edge) together. Then I sewed those pairs to other pairs and, in the end, decided I would just sew them together "free-form style" (a knitting term; I guess it's just a form of crazy patchwork!). I deliberately cut things on strange angles – nothing mattered to me except stitching straight lines (so everything would lay flat at the end) and making sure I had a minimum of a quarter inch seam allowance (some seams are a bit wider wider)!
I finished with a rectangular piece of fabric (15" x 9.5") that is made up of about 70 pieces of fabric! It will go on the back of a quilt – at least that's the plan till I suss out the situation in my quilting group: will a truly modern quilt be acceptable? The next piece of 'crazy' patchwork will have even more odd angles – the ones I've cut here barely show in the finished piece! The bottom right side is looking really good! That's what I was aiming for!
So it's goodbye to pink sewing for now (I will knit the other sock – I don't like Second Sock Syndrome! Besides, sometimes my tension/gauge changes if I leave too much time between the first and second sock).
Autumn began here today so I'd go for for red, brown, orange or yellow as the colour for March! But Angela, who hosts the challenge, lives in Florida and there's no chance she's thinking of Fall now! I've just checked…
…it's yellow!
Are you participating in the Rainbow Scrap Challenge? Even if you're not, why not pop over to Angela's blog and see what other's are up to with their pink scraps.


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National Pro Bono Celebration
October 25-31, 2015
Over the past six years, with your help, the ABA's Standing Committee on Pro Bono and Public Service has succeeded in creating an annual national spotlight on pro bono.
Our collective efforts are helping to increase access to justice for all!
New Event for 2015!
On October 26, 2015, ABA President-Elect Paulette Brown will be in Portland, Oregon kicking off Pro Bono Week by participating in local pro bono events. Throughout the week we will be making special efforts to recognize the valuable pro bono contributions made by lawyers across the country through a little friendly competition and a social media blitz using the hashtag #ABADayofService
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Why Celebrate Pro Bono?
The ABA Standing Committee on Pro Bono and Public Service chose to launch this important initiative because of the increasing need for pro bono services during these harsh economic times and the unprecedented response of attorneys to meet this demand. The National Pro Bono Celebration can be an effective strategic tool for enhancing and expanding local efforts to increase access to justice for all. Use it to increase pro bono participation and expand legal services to low income individuals and groups.
Although national in breadth, the Celebration provides an opportunity for local legal associations across the country to take the next step in their efforts to provide high quality legal services to those living on the social margins.
A guiding principle of the Pro Bono Committee is to support these local efforts and to assist in their growth and effectiveness by providing information, planning guides, resources, and consultation services through this website. The legal needs of the poor are local issues, and although nationwide, this celebration is intended to have a local focus and impact. Goals for the celebration include:
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This site is designed to maximize participation in the National Pro Bono Celebration. Please visit often for updates, and contact us for additional information and assistance.
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Read Attorney General Eric Holder's address to participants at the National Pro Bono Summit on October 24, 2011 in Washington, D.C.
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Gun Disarm – True Story – A Life Saving Self Defense Skill
I have a decent gun background as a recreational shooter. Nothing too heavy just some light competition at the local range. To be honest I have gotten pretty good with my revolvers and my 45 1911. I asked my gunsmith if he knew of course he could recommend some kind of course that would challenge me, l had totally lost interest in the lightweight shooting course my local range had to offer, l told him "Give me something to sink my teeth into." He just smiled huge. I had no idea what the hell he has going on. "Come on pal do you know of anyone" His reply, "A couple of months ago I took a seminar from a guy named Bennie Cooley. I highly recommend it."
I walked into this course wanting some serious experience in tactical combat shooting and gun disarm. I have absolutely no reservation saying that I was completely satisfied. Bennie gave me more than I could have hoped for. The combat shooting aside, Bennie's topics on awareness of surroundings and mind set had a tremendous impact on me.
Like I said I went into the course hoping for some serious gun training and walked away with a total, practical system of self-defense. Ben Cooley is one of the best instructors I have ever had regardless of the subject. I have heard that many of these courses are kind of generic, but Bennies one-on-one instruction not only made the experience special, but the training is something I could use for a lifetime.
Since I travel for a living throughout the eastern seaboard I knew it was only a matter of time before these tactics and techniques would be employed. I only had to wait less than a month before some punk tested me:
I was on a business trip in Miami Beach and I went looking for an ATM to get some extra cash.
It was early evening in a busy, unfamiliar downtown area and the ATM was up a flight of stairs that led to an enclosed, secluded overhang. Almost to the ATM, I felt a hard, steel object thrust into the middle of my back.
A chilling desperate voice said, Give me your wallet, and put your card in the machine" I bought just a little time by hesitating and fumbling for my wallet all the while playing the good victim a la Bennie Cooley. Then using a gun disarm technique I learned from Bennie Cooley, I spun around and knocked the punks loaded 38 snub nose out of his hand.
Just as Bennie had told me and the rest of the students this little bastard was wide-eyed and frozen.
I took one step at this guy and he dashed down the steps. There is no doubt that he would have taken my wallet, took my cash, and then took my life.
I am a big man and usually don't have any trouble like this. Just a little insight, I never in a million years would have guessed this would happen to me. Cooley's training is great for regular, normal guys like me who want the security of being ready for any surprises…and believe me, they are out there!
Bennie Cooley is not only one of the world's foremost championship competition handgun shooters, but also trains anti-terrorist units, and a multitude of SWAT teams all over the country. To get your hands on Bennie's Fighting Mindset DVD package Click HERE, right NOW.
Attic Shootout – Real Life Gun Fight
The following is a true story. We publish these stories to shed light on the reality of crime and violence. It's not pretty, the good guys don't always walk away unharmed, and the bad guys don't always get caught, but if you train yourself and stay prepared your chances of survival will skyrocket, even when it hits the fan.
I'd been a patrol officer for 11 years and had never had anything really hairy happen. Oh, we had some scuffles with the white trash that lived around town, and had to deal with the [illegal] Mexicans once in a while… Had two boys get in a stickin' contest once with knives, but once we blew a load a buckshot their way they sorta decided they didn't want to give us any problems.
I guess that was about the worst of it, until that day in the attic.
I got a [radio] call one afternoon about some shots fired. Didn't seem like a big deal. Town wasn't very big back then and people's always shootin' off guns at stray dogs or tin cans out in their back yards. When I got to the house where shootin' was reported, Tom, a fellow officer, had showed up too. I was going to let Tom deal with it but this lady [the neighbor who made the call] was makin' a big fuss sain' this o'l boy was still in the house and he'd killed his girlfriend. How the hell she figured all that, I don't know.
Tom went around back an' I knocked on the front door. I remember thinkin' that lady was full a crap, but my stomach was sorta churnin', so I guess maybe part a' me believed her.
Didn't get no answer so I went inside, hand on my piece [gun]. I went through the living room and then down this long hallway. There was two doorways on each side. At the first doorway on the left I took a peek inside there was this woman, maybe late twenties, layin' on the floor on her side. Her head was kinda flat. There was blood all over the floor and wall. She was deader 'n hell. "Oh f–k." I thought. I wasn't ready for this. I heard Tom comin' down the hall and stepped away from the doorway to let him see in. The situation had got real serious, real quick.
We were pretty sure the ol' boy who'd done this was long gone, but we searched the house anyway. It was one of those old houses with wood floors where everything echoed. The house was empty. Tom got on the phone and called the station for Bill (our detective) and the coroner. I was standin' there an' heard the ceiling creak in the next room. I realized the boy could be up in the attic.
We found the trap door an' I got on a chair an' knocked the [trap] door up into the attic. We yelled for the boy to come down. I still wasn't a 100% sure that he was up there an' I hadn't heard anything in the attic since. Tom was pretty heavy an' didn't think he could get up there. I sure as hell didn't want to go up there, but someone had to.
Tom went out [to the car] an' got some flashlights an' I lifted myself up into the attic. It was pretty dark an' there was this insulation all over the kind you blow in, not them big pink strips. I started coughin' right away.
I shined the light around an' saw these big boxes at the other end of the attic. I started walkin' along the beams, tryin' to keep the light on the boxes, an' I slipped. My left foot went right through the floor and I fell down between the beams. My whole damn leg went through the floor an' was danglin' through the ceiling below. I was sittin' there up to my ass in insulation, coughin' my lungs out. I couldn't get up an' was scared I was goin' to go right through the floor. Tom's head popped up through the [trap] door an' he shined his light on me. I was cussin' up a storm sittin' there an' forgot about the boy we were lookin' for.
Out of the corner of my left eye I caught a couple of bright flashes an' something punched me in my left shoulder an' knocked me over onto my right side. I got a mouthful of insulation an' it got into my eyes. My ears were ringin' an' my shoulder hurt — bad!
I tried to sit up an' wipe the shit out of my eyes an' saw a bunch more flashes. For the first time I heard the gunshots. Loud! F–ker was up there all right, an he was shootin' at me. I got real scared all of a sudden. My right eye was really hurtin' bad an' I couldn't see out of it. Turned out a nail had gone through it. Didn't find that out till later on, though.
I always hear folks sayin' how in high stress situations things seem to slow down. That's a' bunch horse shit. Things was movin' along pretty quick.
I sat up an' reached for the [Ruger] security six on my right side. In eleven years I had never fired my service piece in the line of duty.
The boy was on my left side an' I fist fired three times in his general direction – I couldn't really aim. I just wanted him to stop shootin' at me. He did. Either I scared him, or he was out of ammo. I tried to lift myself up an' get out of there but my left arm hurt so bad I didn't want to move it.
I looked over and saw Tom tryin' to get up into the attic. He couldn't really do it an' was just hangin' there, one arm in, tryin' to hold his light on me.
I felt the beams shakin' an' looked to my left. Tom's light caught the ol' boy comin' right toward me! I couldn't breathe, my lungs were so full of shit, an' l was gettin' pretty lightheaded. Like an idiot I put out my hand, I guess hopin' the boy would help me up! I saw he was holdin' a [Browning] high power an' that the slide was locked open. He was out of bullets, thank God!
He couldn't really get around me an' I guess he thought I was tryin' to stop him; I wasn't. He whacked me in the head with his high power. I felt like I was goin' to throw up. I grabbed up my flashlight—it was one of those steel kind, they were new at the time—and swung it as hard as I could at him. I hit him in the knee with it and he stepped back and yelled. I somehow managed to get up out of the hole I was in and got to my feet. I think l was more scared than pissed. I just wanted out of there.
I hauled back my light and rapped that boy on his skull. I lifted the light to hit him again and the batteries flew out the bottom! Without the weight of the batteries the light was useless!
I couldn't use my left arm very well but grabbed him by his belt with it. I hit him in the face with my good hand a couple times but he was coverin' up so I mostly just hit his hands. Tom was still hangin' in the [trap] door, useless as tits on a boar hog, but he was shining his light on us an' I guess that helped some.
The boy pushed me an' I stepped back – my left foot went right back in the f—kin' hole again. I fell down again and this time just about busted my balls on the beam.
The boy grabbed something from his back pocket with one hand and released the magazine from his high power. The spent mag dropped into the insulation an' I realized he was reloading. I nearly shit myself. I guess by reaction I grabbed for my service piece. It was there in my holster! I must have put it back after I fired my first three shots. I drew and fired my last three rounds. I hit that boy all three times in the gut from about six feet away.
He just sort of stumbled and fell on his side. I still couldn't breathe an' was chokin' pretty bad. My arm and my head hurt somethin' fierce. I couldn't believe it was over. Tom never did get his fat ass up into that attic. It was the firemen who got me down.
I don't work no more, not for the [police] department. I been asked if I get bitter about bein' disabled. I don't. Wasn't nobody's fault. Nowadays, if a suspect gets cornered like that, they call it a barricade situation. Department policy says you call in backup, or SWAT. You don't go in there yourself. Back then, we didn't have SWAT. We just did our job. I think that the way things are now is a lot better; officers are a lot better trained. I got lucky. I shoulda been better trained.
Officer Long is retired on permanent disability since the incident. The gunshot wound he sustained shattered the bone in his upper arm. He has recovered from that injury, but has lost the sight in his right eye and suffers chronic lung problems from inhaling toxic elements. He survived his battle but is one of the countless victims of the violence that plagues our society.
What does this story have to do with you? Well, just this: If you think you understand how to perform in a real life and death gun fight because you've trained at the range, you're DEAD wrong.
You need training. Real life combat training for a gun fight. Which you can get right HERE, right NOW.
Screw Driver Tracheotomy – Wicked Knife Throwing Secrets
Time to put your Stinger Knife throwing skills to work.
This video demonstrates that — once you understand the how to throw and stick your Stinger Knife — you can also stick just about any pointed object with deadly force.
In this case I'm throwing and sticking a set of screwdrivers deep into a torso of some very tough ballistic gel.
If you've already ordered an X8 Stinger Throwing Knife along with the DVD, then you should seriously consider using your new skills to transform improvised weapons — pens, sticks, re-bar and other stuff you can find lying around — into flying weapons.
It's not only cool, but it can be a powerful personal combat tool in case you're ever faced with a life and death confrontation and need to stop someone in their tracks — fast.
While the Stinger instructional DVD features a highly-trained U.S. Special Forces combat vet who also happens to be a knife-throwing expert, I personally have had NO experience throwing knives.
And yet after only a short time — a matter of hours — I was not only able to throw and stick the Stinger knife, but could throw a set of screwdrivers with — as you can see — what would certainly would be lethal force.
If you have NOT ordered the X8 Stinger Throwing Knife package, then I encourage you to do so NOW. Typically I do NOT use this blog to pitch product, but in this case I am starting to run out of Stingers and am not sure when or if I will get more manufactured.
So to clear out the remaining inventory I've set up a killer deal for my hotlist.
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For a safer life…
Jimbo Curley
CEO, FightFast/TRS
Wicked and simple reaction to a two handed grab – Self Defense Video
By now you should know that most of the time you are going to be attacked by someone larger or stronger than you. Sometimes larger attackers decide that the easiest way to get what they want is to pick you up and throw you.
This technique is usually used by big guys who are unskilled and rely on their large stature to push people around. In this video clip Tom Proctor shows you a simple and highly effective self defense technique that can save your skin if you are ever threatened by an over-sized attacker why tried to throw you around with a two handed grab.
As you can see in the video above the key to this technique is not allowing the attacker to stay in a strong position. By trapping his hand and bending over you are taking him off balance. Once he is off balance his size and weight advantage is lost.
This technique is more that a simple joint lock. Using joint locks alone is always risky in a street fight. For that reason Tom has included high value strikes to soften up and distract the bigger man while you gain the upper hand. When you trap his hands with one of your hand you open him up for punishing strikes to his unprotected face. Use the rotational force from your legs and hips to deliver a hook to his jaw line. Be explosive, this also help to get him moving off balance in the direction your are trying to take him with the joint lock.
As Tom shows in the video once you have him off balance and tied up you can either take him to the ground or deliver a few quick and powerful elbow strikes to the face and get to safety.
For more simple solutions to common street attacks check out Tom Proctors Cage Fighter package.
For a safer life,
Bob Pierce
President FightFast.com / Threat Response Solutions
Real Life Gun Fight – When Practice and Training Count
While studying the art of law enforcement at the academy, Officer Chris Beck achieved the status 'Top Gun' — or, simply stated, marksman. Believing that a police officer can never have enough training in the use of handguns, Beck continued to practice in his off time. Spending any free hours at either a shooting range or a distant site in the desert, he taught himself to shoot accurately right-handed, left-handed, or with both hands from any position – stationary or moving – pushing himself until his skill was honed to perfection. Often, a police officer is the only protective barrier between civilians and imminent danger. Training and mindset are the only things standing between a police officer and potential death during a gun fight, as Beck's story shows…
At the time I had been an active duty police officer for about four years in the city of Compton, CA. This particular day l was making my mid-morning rounds, enjoying a coffee break with a friend when the call came in: man with a gun was as much detail as the dispatcher could offer.
There's no such thing as "routine" in a police officer's life—but, being human, we can slip into a rut. In an area like Compton, particularly the ghetto areas of the district, nine out of ten domestic disturbance calls come in described as "gun involved." That's because you have a lot of good people out here that are sick of seeing the drug and gang element hanging out on the corners and sidewalks— or in front of their house. They figure if you call 911, tell the dispatcher that a gun is in play, they'll get a faster response.
Obviously, they are correct. A non-weapon, non-confrontational situation is regarded as a low priority call.
This is not to say that we don't treat it responsibly but, unfortunately there are only so many officers on duty at any given time—so things have to be prioritized. I've answered dozens of calls like this, and either the suspect with the weapon has bolted before my arrival, or, in most cases, there never was one to begin with. Ironically.
I remember telling my friend, "Sit tight, I'll be back shortly." Maybe, just like anyone else, you watch so many cop movies where the criminal activity takes place at night, that you don't expect violent confrontations during daylight hours. [Ed note: But as is often the case, Mr. Murphy—as in Murphy's Law—was along for the ride]
A big crowd is usually a clue that shots have been fired, but arriving at the residence, I saw only a few people milling around on the street. I was still under the impression that this could be just another bogus call.
I noticed that the door was standing open. Since I was patrolling alone, I called for a back-up unit and got an update from the dispatcher. Apparently, in the interim, the shots had been confirmed. Witnesses were specific: it was a shotgun.
I drew my weapon, a .45 Glock, and was approached the door. I announced my presence and was greeted with silence. An eerie silence, the kind you can almost hear. I knew something was wrong. Nothing else smells like gunpowder, so there was no mistaking the sharp, acrid scent that greeted me as I entered the house. Tiny holes from shotgun blasts peppered the walls and spent cartridges littered the floor. Declaring my presence again, I backed out of the house.
My back-up arrived within minutes, and he know from my stance and the fact that my weapon was in hand that this was the real thing, I told him what I knew. We agreed to call for more units and surround the dwelling.
Mow, with two police cars on scene, and with recent gunshots, you increase the number of curious onlookers around the scene. This always presents a problem.
With the house facing north, and no one inside, we took opposite sides and moved around to the backyard where I almost bumped into the suspect. It's important to be able to read a person's body language and positioning and demeanor in this type of encounter. If, right off the bat, you can tell that your suspect is not intent on causing harm to himself or others, it can go a long way toward determining your style of negotiation.
This individual – male, 50s – was sitting upright, casually, on a garden bench – the kind you can buy at Home Depot – with this immense double-barrel shotgun straddling his lap.
From the blank expression on his face, he could've been daydreaming about a failed romance. That, right there, is an immediate sign of danger: this guy is either "on" something or he's just leaned so far over the edge that he's fallen off. Talking to such a person is not unlike talking to a brick wall, but you absolutely have to continue verbal negotiations as long as possible.
In the firmest possible tone we demanded he release his hold on the weapon, place it on the ground and step away. No response. Meanwhile, of course, we positioned ourselves to maximize our cover. A side-by-side shotgun is a nasty invention, especially when you don't know what he's got loaded in it.
We repeat our demand. The suspect then stood up and bolted for the west side of the house, disappearing around the corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the suspect was not heading for the large group of civilians around front, making the situation considerably worse. Anything was possible now. He might open fire on them at random or take a hostage – neither scenario was appealing or acceptable.
And now, of course, the danger to us was increased. In order to follow him around the house and target him correctly – and safely – we had to expose ourselves to the full bore of the weapon. We could've remained adequately covered and still had him in the crosshairs, so to speak, but if any one of our shots missed him – if it came down to that – the bullets would have continued past him and into the crowd out front.
When we caught up with him, the suspect was actually squatting and leaning back against an aluminum door that led to a playroom in the residence. The shotgun was cradled in his lap pointing away from us.
For the moment, he seemed calm and passive. There was a mere twenty feet between us.
I remember distinctly asking him again for the weapon, at which point he finally spoke. Since these were only words he ever uttered, l remember them clear as a bell: F—k you! You'll have to kill me and take it out of my hands." And in one fluid motion he uncoiled, whipped around like a snake stood to his full height, brought the shotgun to bear on us and opened fire!
The concussion felt like the wind from a door being slammed in my face. At the time, I thought he only fired one barrel; later I would learn he pulled both triggers, unleashing the full force of the weapon. I felt the pellets ripping into my face and my legs, but oddly there was no pain. My partner went down screaming, "I'm hit!" And I could see that the guy still had that thing trained
Like throwing a switch, I went into automatic mode; my training took over. When this happens, I literally ignore the target—it becomes a blur—and my point of focus becomes the sight at the end of the gun's barrel. In the blink of an eye, I fired off nine Hydra-Shok® rounds—very proven, very reliable ammunition. Yet the blur—the target—was still standing! I'm thinking maybe my sights are off and I missed. So, refocusing on the suspect, I could see that all nine shots were good, all had made contact with center mass — his chest area—and he was still standing! So, I reacquire and fire three more times in rapid succession.
The suspect finally slumped to the ground. Moving in. I saw no movement. With my gun still trained on him, I kicked the shotgun aside, out of his reach, handcuffed him and checked for other weapons. Then I checked for vital signs and discovered of course that he was dead.
Moving back towards my partner. I examined his wounds. None appeared to be in vital areas, thankfully, and I informed him that an ambulance was en route to take him to a hospital. My partner started laughing, asking if I'd bothered to call one for myself. It was then that l remembered that l had also gotten hit. Checking myself over, I found that the little BB sized pellets from the No. 2 buckshot had penetrated my legs and face—including one that had penetrated my cheek and entered my mouth where it rolled around like an oversized piece of pepper until I spit it out. Luckily my vest had taken the brunt of the round.
It was days later, after plastic surgery for my face and an entire day in an ER having pellets removed from my legs one at a time, with a pair of tweezers, that I learned the story behind the incident. The suspect apparently was a Postal worker, blown out of his mind on a mixture of cocaine and PCP, angered at his son, who decided that a shotgun was his best route of diplomacy. I thought my job was tough.
Overall, it goes to show you that nothing can beat training. You have to do it over and over and over until it becomes second nature—an instinct that comes to the surface automatically without conscious decision. Otherwise, you will hesitate or second guess your judgment—and that can cost you your life.
–as told to Kevin Kenney
Hitting Between The Eyes – By Jim West
Jim West
In 1989, while stationed in Ft. Gulick Panama prior to the Panama Invasion "Operation Just cause", I had several bar room brawls, mainly in the NCO Club. We had many visiting troops from the US crowding our space on Ft. Gulick. It is a small base and we had 100's maybe 1,000's of visiting soldier bivouacking in our home. This caused some overcrowding and the visiting troops were there for war.
They didn't live there and were encroaching on our territory. When you put Green Berets, garrison troopers and infantry guy's crammed into a small place, the testosterone gets a little high and nerves sometimes get on edge. I know mine did.
I was working out and doing fight training every day at the Ft. Gulick gym and our visitors were bogarting the heavy bags, ring, weights etc. and frankly pissing me off and making me very anxious. Between that and crowding the SF guys out of our drinking hole and acting like they owned everything, I figured it was only a matter of time before tensions lead to conflict and not with the Panamanians.
It started at the gym when I was doing some fight training with my students in the boxing ring, when a few hard looking visiting soldiers came by watched for a bit and then tried to intimidate me by telling us to give them the ring so they could work out. They basically tried bullying us out of our own house. In short I invited one of them into the ring and promptly knocked him out. This is what led to the real fight later that evening over beer and shots in the NCO Club.
It was about 7 p.m. when I arrived to the club and I preceded to the bar where I was standing and drinking my beer. About an hour and a half later, the same assholes bullies from the gym showed up. I noticed them long before they noticed me. Eventually the guy I knocked out recognized me and told his friends. Next thing I noticed was they were beginning to crowd the bar to both my left and to my right.
The guy to my right about 25 years old, 6″1″ 230 muscular started giving me a ration of shit. He started by saying things to me like "so, you're the fighter", "you're the bad-ass" and on and on. Needless to say I was getting aggravated and realized it was just a matter of time before a fight went down. There were 5 of them. I started to size them up, size age, left hand or right handed, which of them was going to be the biggest threat.
It just so happen it was the 6'1" guy to my right. He was kind of the leader, the big dawg! He was not the one I had knocked out earlier; I guess he felt strength in numbers, when they found me drinking alone.
At the time I was wearing my Special Forces Ring… The guy to my right told me "when you leave here tonight we are going to kick your ass" In the true TRS and Fightfast tradition, I formulated my plan and was ready to get it on. I don't know about you, but I do not like waiting.
I believe when you wait, negative anxiety builds up and can cause you to lose power, energy and metal focus. For me it's like pulling the handle on a slot machine, when the cherries line up on the win line, you (I) need to fire in the hole and strike. When you feel it…just go with it.
While he was running his mouth, I was turning the ring upside down where the crown was located on the inside or palm side of my finger, upside-down. Remember he had already issued the threat. All threats should be taken seriously. If someone says they are going to kick your ass while drinking, I believe you should strike first!
I took a last drink from my beer at the same time stepping backwards with my right foot, creating distance for maximum leverage. As I sat my beer down onto the bar and as I was stepping back, I had already achieved a solid base, with balance and prepared to hit him with my 3 points of leverage.
I stepped back another 6 inches and pronated my open hand, palm facing out towards the asshole. As I stepped out, I hit him right between the eyes with the Special Forces ring and blood flew from his face as he reeled backwards.
This shocked his friends and others. (I thought this would have a physiological impact on his 4 friends.)
As he lurched backward and then put his hand over his face, I used angulation and placed him between me and the others. I immediately realized the others wanted no part of me now. They were just hot air at the end of the day. I hit the first guy behind the ear and dropped him; he really never had a chance. He should have hit me and not telegraphed his intentions.
Because this was our house I was allowed to finish my drink. I was walking to the door to leave and I had a beer in a can in my right hand holding it by the top i.e. my hand was covering the top of the beer can. I guess I was going to sneak it out.
Jim West (far left) training with the legendary Joe Lewis
Oddly enough as I was leaving, a short Spanish guy/soldier blocked my exit by cutting me off. He had a girl on each arm and was wearing a gold chain around his neck. He asked me if I was Jim West. I said yes. He said I hear you used to work out with Joe Lewis and I said yes.
Then he said "Joe Lewis is old".
Yep red flag radar was turned on again.
Then he grabbed his gold necklace held it up under my chin and said, "While Joe Lewis was getting old, I was earning gold". I said wow; you know there is a lot to learn from old people.
He told me to go fuck myself and he said I ain't shit just because I knocked the other guy out. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a perplexed look and hit him directly on top of his head in the soft spot with the beer I was holding. I stepped back hit my base much like using a hammer fist to break a board with or chop wood.
This was very effective. It was actually funny as I hit him he went straight down and the beer can exploded and took off to the ceiling, falling back down and hitting him in the head twice. He was down for the count. At this point I left and went home before any more trouble came my way.
I guess it's good to stay relaxed and learn how to hit hard without telegraphing and with minor subtle distractions.
© James Smokey West
Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.
My Badge & My Big Mouth – Combat Stories
If you've ever been involved in a life and death street confrontation you know that it's nothing like the movies, it's a chaotic, brutal, and life altering experience. To bring this point home for anyone lucky enough to have made it though life thus far without a brush with death, I giving you access to the shocking and true story of one man's close call from our vault of combat stories.
It's also a great reminder for everyone of how quickly a simple verbal dispute can escalate to a struggle for your life.
Bob Pierce
President FightFast / Threat Response Solutions
As told to Red Zone by Deputy Morano
I've worked for the Sheriff's Department for many years, two of those years working in the jail. In all that time I'd never been in many fights aside from arresting drunks and controlling crowds. The first serious [fight] happened when I wasn't even on duty. Still, it was my badge and big mouth that got me into trouble.
I met a couple of my buddies one night at Shakey's for a beer and a pizza. We were at our table waiting for the pizza when these three guys started hassling the girl behind the counter. Stupid me decided to be a badass and step in. My buddies tried to get me to be cool but I wasn't having any of that.
I walked up to the counter next to the guy who was making all the noise. He was telling the girl that he gave her a fifty, not a twenty, and he wanted more change.
As he tried to reach over the counter into the register I got his attention. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He glared over at me and said, "Hey, F–k you, ese." He pulled his hand back and faced me. I pulled out my wallet and flipped it open, flashing my badge. I told him, "You take money out of that register and your ass is going to wind up in jail."
The guy looked at the badge and then at me. He shook his head and glared at me, saying, "That ain't real." His buddies were a little more convinced and one of them put his hand on the trouble maker's shoulder and whispered something in Spanish. The guy facing me spit on the counter and took a step back. He flipped me off, turned around and walked out with his two friends.
The girl at the counter said, "I ain't even got no fifty in the register." I looked over to my two buddies and noticed that the pizza was sitting on the table. My only thought was that my pizza was getting cold. When I sat back down, my buddies harassed the crap out me. We laughed about it and ate our food.
After we finished eating and bullshitting, my buddies split. I took a leak first, then walked out to the parking lot.
As I pulled my keys out of my pocket to unlock my car door I looked up over my hood and saw the trouble maker from earlier walking toward me.
My first thought was, "Sh**–no gun." It was sitting under the driver's seat in my car, but I hadn't even put the key in the door yet. My second thought was: "where are his friends?" I turned behind me and sure enough, there they were rushing me.
They both tacked me to the ground and one of them checked my waist and under my arms. The other one hit me in the face. It didn't really hurt at all. I was still in shock 'cause I couldn't believe this was happening. I don't think it had set in yet that I was in serious trouble. I hadn't even tried to fight back.
The guy that frisked me said, "He ain't got nothin'." The trouble maker kicked me in the head, once, then hauled back and accidentally kicked his friend in the arm. Both guys jumped up and all three started kicking me. The trouble maker said, "You ain't no f–kin' cop, asshole."
I rolled onto my knees and elbows and tried to get up bat all three of them were still hitting and kicking me. I covered up my head as much as possible and kicked my foot back hitting the guy behind me in the leg. About that time I guess there were some people nearby 'cause I heard them yelling about the cops coming.
I caught the leg of one guy up under my arm and got up to my knees. I shoved the guy back and tried to get up. The trouble maker kicked at me but I managed to block it with my forearms. The other two guys split. The third guy took two steps back and I knew he was going to rabbit on me. I should have let him go but I was seriously pissed.
As I got up he tried to hit me but I stepped in and grabbed his shirt with both hands. I let go with my right hand and hit the guy twice in the face. I let go of his shirt with my left and whipped an uppercut into his jaw. I heard his teeth clack together, loud.
I hit him with a right hook and grabbed him again by the shirt with both hands. I tripped and fell forward as he fell back. I landed on top of him. I straddled him and hit him again in the face, screaming and cussing at him the whole time. He bucked his hips up and reached his [right] hand behind his back. I didn't think much about it and kept hitting him.
You know that feeling you get when you hit your funny bone? Suddenly, I felt that feeling on my left side. Right in my ribs. My back arched and the guy shoved me off of him. I sat back on my ass and felt a sharp pain in my left side.
The guy sat up and spit on me. He came off the ground and slapped me in the head. I couldn't figure out why I hurt so bad. I started seeing big black spots and was getting light headed. I realized I was hurt but didn't know how. Meanwhile this asshole was still hitting me.
I grabbed at his leg with both arms. He stumbled and fell back and I clawed and struggled to get on top of him. I couldn't catch my breath and was really starting to panic. This guy was beating the shit out of me even though I was on top.
I felt like I was wading through water and knew I had to end this. I gripped the guy's larynx with the tips of my fingers and thumb and dug in as hard as I could. I grabbed all the way around the guy's throat with my other hand and pushed down with all my a
His eyes bulged out and he started bucking and hissing like a cat. It didn't seem like l was getting anywhere and I thought I was going to pass out. I thought, "Where are the cops?" I looked down at his face and saw these big red spots of blood splattering on him. It was blood that was pouring out of my nose.
I took one hand from around his throat and grabbed him by the hair. I lifted his head up and slammed it into the concrete. I slammed his head against the parking lot a couple more times and on the fifth or sixth time his skull made this flat, cracking sound.
The guy's arms flopped out to his side and he stopped moving. I felt his body shudder and I got off him. I sat there forever before anyone showed up. A fire truck showed up first and I tried to identify myself as a sheriff's deputy, but none of the firemen would go near me until the cops showed up.
When the paramedic finally checked me out he pulled a Spyderco Police Model folding knife out of my left side.
The blade had slid between the back of my ribs and the tip of the blade had punctured into my kidney.
I found out the next morning that I had killed the guy I fought with. I spent a week in the hospital and after an inquiry it was determined that I acted in self defense.
I don't feel bad about what I did. When it's all over you have time to sit back and think of all the things you could have done differently. But when you're in it, things move so fast you just do what you have to and sort the rest out later.
Deputy Murano recovered completely from his injuries and went on to work undercover on drug detail for the Sheriff's Department.
A Fighter's Intuition. — By Jim West
Jim West is a 20-year U.S. Special Forces combat vet who has earned a half a dozen medals in the "first" Iraq war… spent 13 years in the "covert operations" as a member of the Green Berets… Jim was a member of HALO, SCUBA Teams and a combat veteran. Jim has trained organizations with a top secret clearance, including Special Forces, Delta Force, CIA and Clandestine Foreign Operators and Navy Seals. Jim West has also trained two UFC Fighters, Vale Tudo Champions, Professional Boxers and Kick boxers as seen on HBO, Pay Per View and USA Tuesday Night Fights.
Hey, you awake?
Frankly, if you're like most people, you're probably asleep at the wheel, spending most of your day in a kind of waking dream, on the phone, texting, listening to music. Thinking about something else, anything except what's happening around you.
Believe me, the bad guys love this.
Police reports tell the story. Big red flags that something was about to go terribly wrong gone unheeded and ignored with tragic consequences for the victim.
It's understandable. People just don't want to believe that another human being would want to beat rape or kill them.
Yet it happens all the time.
You wanna get scared shitless just go online and check out that "sexual offenders" website. I'll bet you discover a dozen or more of these goons are living right in your neighborhood.
And that's just a tip of the iceberg.
Which is why developing a fighter's intuition is crucial. It doesn't mean you have to become paranoid. No, you just have to start listening for the subtle warning bells — to make sure you're not being set up for a bad day.
Thirty five years ago, in my Special Forces days, I saw a LOT of action on the battlefield and in the streets. Those were bloody days. Many times my early-warning "sixth sense" alerted me that the shit was about to hit the fan. Other times I was caught off guard. Yep, I can happen to anyone. With more than 100 stitches in my face from beer bottles and the likes, I don't know if I would have survived, without training and practice.
Let me make my point with a quick story. This is true.
Several years ago I was in Aberdeen, Maryland relaxing at an Applebee's. I was new in town and didn't know anyone, my first night in town and "Family Night".
I was sitting at the bar and ordered a beer and food. I'm alone. I'm minding my own business.
The place was lively, families coming in for dinner, a very non-violent atmosphere and a group guys beside me loudly debating where Egypt is located.
They obviously had a few drinks in them.
Initially there were no indications trouble could be looming.
The guy sitting right next to me insisted that Egypt was in the Middle East.
His buddy laughed. "It's in Africa, you idiot."
This went on for a while and the guy sitting to my right asked if I was ever in the military, stating I should know all the answers. I thought he was drunk and decided to accommodate the conversation by answering. Besides I was new in town.
A moment later the "idiot" shook my hand and offered his thanks for my military service. He further offered me a drink so we could toast.
I initially declined and he became pushy about letting him buy me a drink to show his appreciation for my military service. I didn't want trouble or to start off wrong, so eventually I accepted with a simple rule.
I told him I typically will not drink shots during the week, because it never has a happy ending.
I agreed and told him here is the rule; you have to drink one with me. He told me no problem order what you want and he would pay.
I ordered two double shots of tequila one for each of us. He proposed a toast and we clicked glasses and I started to down my shot.
At the exact time he placed his shot on the bar in front of me… ding, ding, ding a RED FLAG immediately popped up for me.
I drank my shot, set the glass down and told him he had to drink his too, that's the rule! I was laughing when I told him this.
As I was in the motion of pushing the shot glass back to him, from nowhere he punched me in my face, while I was sitting on the bar stool. These bar stools have a high back to them, which worked out in my favor.
Problem for him is that my skull is made of steel, or something very much like it. As his fist came in contact with my face, I immediately placed my feet onto the floor, guarding and pushing simultaneously with my left hand on his chest, palm out and pressing.
I call this hitting three points of contact at the same time, for balance and the ability to shift my weight towards him while controlling the distance and blocking any further punches.
In a split second, I was defended and already launching my offense, a simple overhand right. Initially could only see his chest and down to the base of his chair and floor, as I had tucked my chin and bulled my neck on impact.
It was the wildest thing, because I immediately noticed the front legs of his chair tipping over backwards as I was press punching him. Odds would have it, my favorite headhunting technique, "the over hand right" landed on his jaw knocking him out in his seat.
I continued to push through after the knockout blow was delivered in order to control the distance. He was rendered immediately unconscious while falling backward in the chair. So on his way down his ear came in contact with a lower table chair ripping off half his ear.
He then landed on his head, splitting his skull open.
The poor bastard had toppled over hard, chair and all. And as an extra bonus he struck his head on the lower chair on the way down. By now (a split second from start to finish), I was fully engaged and my radar was tuned on, already looking for his friends and others who may want to be a hero.
I stood over him and briefly considered finishing with a head stomp. It would have pointless though. He was sprawled out, unconscious, and wouldn't have felt a thing. He was fully bleeding out, nearly dying.
The joint fell into a shocked silence.
On a number of occasions I've knocked out guys then felt the need to finish up by stomping on them. Of course I was concerned others may get involved. That did not happen. There was so much damage a blood the crowd thought he was dead, rendering the crowd into no action!
I could see no one wanted any part of me; I went back to my beer while I waited for the police and EMS to arrive.
The manager flew from his office hysterical and indignant shouting "You are going to jail, I'll call the police," blah, blah, blah.
I sipped my beer and downed my unconscious friend's shot of tequila while waiting for the law to arrive.
Later, as the paramedics loaded him onto a stretcher, the cops went into the manager's office and watched the security video.
The security video 100% confirmed my story. A crafty experienced man ambushed me by bringing my guard down with his friendly antics, then sucker-punched me in the face while I was minding my own business.
The police captain was impressed with my handy work and asked me if I wanted to press charges.
Press charges? Nah, I wanted nothing to do with him and figured (if he lives), the scar through his skull and half a missing ear would forever remind him of my sexy smile, so I didn't bother.
I believe if you are justified in your defense, it is best to damage your attacker so badly they will never come back at you. In fact I heard later he was telling his friends from the hospital "3 black guys beat me up". What a jerk.
So what does this fun story have to do YOU? Just this, the most powerful tool you possess is your intuition and training. Don't be afraid of it, and don't ignore it. I highly recommend to all GO WITH YOUR GUT!
Observe people in restaurants, parking lots, bars, gas stations, around your neighborhood, and everywhere else you go. You don't have to be a hyper-vigilant nut case. Just put down the phone for a second and look around.
Listen to what your gut is telling you.
If you ever hear two or three alarm bells go off, it's probably time to get the hell out of there.
In my case I let my guard down and was lured into a false sense of security – even though the red flag indicators where present the whole time.
That pisses me off at myself. I am lucky to the extent my training and previous fight and sparring gave me an advantage. When you are under fire, you will do what you know. Practice, practice and practice.
Jim West
Retired: Special Operations Technician
U.S. Army 7th Special Forces Group
P.S. Oh… by the way. If you're interested in learning 23 of my most highlyguarded fight secrets – vicious, brutal, downright scary moves that will save your butt in the hairiest situations then check this out:
Here's 23 handpicked jewels from Jim West's own personal Special Forces "bagonasty tricks".
Defending Your Zone
You and your wife are walking along a familiar street one night. Other couples pass by, and then, somehow, you two are alone…except for the shady-looking stranger looming ahead.
You watch him approach, instinctively knowing something is wrong…yet disbelief stops you from acting. Suddenly, he's in your face, brandishing a weapon and demanding something from you. You can't hear him because your mind is screaming, "This can't be happening to me!" But it is. And all that locker room bravado with your buddies about what ass-kickers and name-takers you are seems to drain from you along with the blood from your extremities. Your stomach churns, your bowels loosen, and you want to run.
But it's too late. You and your loved one are at your assailant's mercy.
Can't Happen To You?
Don't be so sure. Being caught off guard and flat-footed can happen to the best of us, literally in milliseconds. But there was a moment in the above scenario when you could have prevented this. It was the moment the attacker entered your Zone.
The Zone is an invisible perimeter that martial artists, fighters, and tactical instructors use to define the point at which an opponent becomes a threat. Different systems of fighting address this concept differently; it's been called everything from one's "area of awareness," to one's "tactical arena."
The Basic Perimeter
Some systems address the Zone idea in a general way. The Zone is simply one's personal space. Getting too close – invading that space – should provoke one of several responses, depending on the degree of threat.
One question that inevitably arises is "How close is too close?" Marital artist and Tactical Instructor Scott Hollingsworth sums it up this way: "If someone's close enough to dance with, they're too damn close."
The Colors of Danger
In an effort to be a little more specific, other fighting systems have envisioned several concentric rings of different colors to represent increasing degrees of danger.
Outer most is the Green Zone, beginning at a radius of 15 feet from your body (or up to 30 feet in areas of known danger) and extending, presumably, to infinity. This is considered a safe area. Anyone 15 feet or further from you is not an immediate threat. Inside the Green Zone is the Blue Zone, a ring located between five and fifteen feet from your body. This is an awareness zone. Anyone entering should be assessed as either a threat or non-threat.
Innermost is the Red Zone, representing the area that is within a five-foot radius from your body. The moment someone interest this zone in a threatening way, they must be dealt with decisively and immediately.
The objective of any zone system is two-fold. First, the Zone provides a circle of awareness around your body. Being aware of your opponent's position relative to your own gives you time to assess your situation.
Second, the Zone eliminates indecision. IF someone you perceive as a threat crosses your line, you react…period. You do not concern yourself with dilemmas of morality or legality. You issue a warning when someone approaches your Red Zone, and then simply react once they cross it.
Making use of the Zone concept does not require long hours in a dojo, or years to master. But it does require some advanced preparation. During an altercation with some crazed lunatic is probably not the best time to start thinking about being prepared.
Spend some hours with a friend in your back yard learning to judge distances. Discover how long it actually takes for someone to reach you from fifteen feet away (it will likely surprise you how quickly a person can close from 15 feet). Discuss scenarios and practice some basic defense techniques from various distances to better understand how to start defending your zone.
By training in this way you can attain a higher level of confidence and commitment which can greatly enhance your chances of success in a street confrontation.
True Story
A man we'll call Joe was walking his date back to his truck late on night after a movie. As they walked up the ramp of the parking garage, Joe noticed a suspicious-looking male approaching from ahead.
The man started talking to Joe as he approached Joe's outer zone, asking the time, waving his hands, and generally trying to distract Joe as he closed the distance.
About the time the man entered Joe's Blue Zone, Joe stopped, sensing something was wrong. He took a single step forward, putting his date behind him, and pointing directly at the man with his right hand. "That's far enough," was Joe's only comment.
The man stopped, somewhat stunned by Joe's directness. He spread his arms and tried to smile at Joe disarmingly. It was then that Joe heard a sound off to his right – another assailant coming up from Joe's blind side.
Without taking his eyes off the first man, Joe pointed his right hand in the direction of the second attacker. Joe's left hand slipped up under his jacket to the small of his back and remained there. Joe nodded to the first man, "Tell him to stop right where he's at, now!" The first man hesitated for only an instant, his eyes now locked on Joe's left hand.
The man looked in the direction of the second, still unseen person, and shook his head once. He then raised his arms back out slowly and backed away. "It's cool, man…" was the man's only comment before he turned and ran off. The unseen person to Joe's right fled down a nearby stairwell.
Did the fact that Joe had a loaded Walther PPK .380 handgun tucked in the small of his back, and that Joe was also a Tactical Training Instructor help get him out of that situation? It probably didn't hurt. But did the bad guys, or even Joe's girlfriend, know any of that? Nope.
What the bad guys did know was that Joe seemed very aware of his situation and prepared for a confrontation. Joe reacted to a violation of his zone aggressively and immediately – and it was that reaction which repelled his attackers.
The bottom line? Weapons and defense training are immensely beneficial – as ammunition. But the real weapon is your mind. It is your mind that must be decisive, confident, and alert, so that you are prepared for any situation for defending your zone. A key factor in being prepared is understanding the Zone.
Punishing Stiff Arm Elbow Shot – When you get caught off guard
This technique is great for situations where an attacker has the jump on you. The stiff arm portion of the technique stops the attackers momentum and provides protection for your jaw line. The elbow shot allows you to get inside and deliver devastating close range strikes to gain the offensive and end the fight quickly.
When you use the stiff arm you need to make sure you have a stable stance and are on your toes with your knees slightly bent so you can absorb the impact. If you try to use the stiff arm while you are on your heels you'll be pushed over or thrown off balance. This stance will also enable you to spring back on the attacker to throw him off balance as Jim explains in the video.
For the elbow shot portion of the technique remember to keep your free hand up to protect your head and use your hips and torso to develop power in the elbow strike. The power comes from your core not your arm. If you manage to deliver two powerful elbow shots to the attackers jaw and face it will without a doubt stun him and it's very likely that it'll end the fight. If you follow up with the horizontal hammer fist and the opposite arm elbow strike it'll be a done deal. Remember don't stop striking until the threat is gone, and leave the area quickly to avoid retaliation from the attackers friends.
For more simple "end it now" fight techniques check out Jim West's Master of Destruction DVD package here.


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Hartford — An Eastern Connecticut State University faculty member has apologized for comments made in a creative writing class Monday.
Brent Terry's apology was requested on the floor of the state House of Representatives by Minority Leader Larry Cafero, R-Norwalk, "as a point of personal privilege."
Terry was heard in an audiotape released by Campus Reform, a watchdog journalism group, saying, "It's absolutely possible that the Republicans will take over the Senate as well as the House. And we will live in a very, very, very different kind of country if that happens. I mean, colleges will start closing up if they, if these people have their way."
He also said, "There are a lot of people out there that do not want black people to vote, do not want Latinos to vote, do not want old people to vote, or young people to vote. Because, generally, people like you are liberal."
In a written statement late Tuesday afternoon, Terry said he regretted the language he used and apologized.
"During my creative writing class yesterday, I allowed my own political opinions to color the discussion," Terry said. "I regret the language I used and I apologize to any students in the room who were offended. As a liberal arts university, Eastern is known for encouraging debate and discussion about a host of social and political issues. My role in my own classroom is to keep the debate lively yet respectful. I did not meet that standard yesterday, and for that I am truly sorry."
Cafero said on the floor of the House Tuesday that he felt attacked as a Republican.
"Though academic freedom is so very, very important in our state and in academia, divisiveness, that kind of talk does no one, no one any good," Cafero said.
Connecticut Republican party Chairman Jerry Labriola Jr. said Gov. Dannel P. Malloy should investigate what is a "clear abuse of a taxpayer-funded position. ... And to make such a statement as a public employee teaching a class on creative writing at a public university is wildly inappropriate. Professor Terry's attempt to indoctrinate his students constitutes a clear abuse of his position as a professor at a public university."
Cafero said students in a classroom are "a captive audience" and that he was offended that a public university professor would make such a comment.
"Today was about Republicans, tomorrow it could be about Democrats, maybe the next day it could be about African-Americans, Italian-Americans, Jewish-Americans, the list goes on and on," Cafero said. "Academic freedom is a precious thing and so is freedom of speech, but we realize that there should be some constraints and some decorum followed when we follow those rules."
ECSU spokesman Edward H. Osborn said the university did not ask Terry to apologize. He said that the professor felt strongly that he should issue the apology.
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