Redneck Night at Rusty's

[windyscotty]

Should you happen to be in Bishop on Jan 19th at 9 pm, be sure to stop by Rusty's Saloon for Redneck Night.

This could be highly entertaining, as the photo in the paper reveals some ladies who look like transvestite mud wrestlers.

Lord, I hope they don't see this, because they could come after me.

"Well, they were comin' after me-those headhunters is all I see!" Flamin' Groovies

I'm too old to be in the ring with transvestite, mud wrestlin' ladies from Bishop. They could be cowgirls, too, who could rope and hog tie me, pronto.

[Baconator]

Should you happen to be in Bishop on Jan 19th at 9 pm, be sure to stop by Rusty's Saloon for Redneck Night.

This could be highly entertaining, as the photo in the paper reveals some ladies who look like transvestite mud wrestlers.

Lord, I hope they don't see this, because they could come after me.

"Well, they were comin' after me-those headhunters is all I see!" Flamin' Groovies

I'm too old to be in the ring with transvestite, mud wrestlin' ladies from Bishop. They could be cowgirls, too, who could rope and hog tie me, pronto.

To anyone that will listen - when I'm too old to wrassle with trannies in the mud, please put a bullet in my head.

[SkierBob]

My question is how is this Redneck Night at Rusty's different then any other night at Rusty's

[Biker395]

^ Lol.

Rusty's is a classic.

My buddy and I dropped by there years ago on a hot weekend afternoon to take in the Laker game and a couple of beers.

There was a Native American there who was apparently well known to the patrons and the bartender. When he's reasonably sober, everybody likes him. But when he's tying one on, he's off the chart obnoxious.

Today, he was tying one on.

The bartender gives him a friendly warning. It was soon ignored.

He got another ... again ignored. Finally,

"Listen (I've forgotten his name). If you don't settle down, we're going to have to throw you out of here again."

That got a nod of acknowledgement. And it worked for about 10 minutes, before the alcohol started talking again.

My buddy and I looked over at the bartender, who's eyes were fixed upon another gent. He motioned his head to the door.

So this guy walks up to the offender, grabs him by the seat of his pants, and the scruff of his neck, and literally gives him the bum's rush out of the door. My recollection (this is well over 20 years ago) is that he "door" was a couple of swinging doors a la your cowboy bar in a western movie.

I had never thought about it before, but those type of doors are probably designed for convenient "bumrushing."

My buddy and I looked at each other with a "holy shite" expression ... we had both heard of the bum's rush before, but had never seen it executed at all, let alone in such an appropriate setting. The guy literally slapped his hands together when he walked back to his seat.

Memories. And those were the days when Laker games were something to look forward to.

[Photoho]

^^^ Back when the Lakers wore real shorts

[rphenry]

^ Lol.

Rusty's is a classic.

My buddy and I dropped by there years ago on a hot weekend afternoon to take in the Laker game and a couple of beers.

There was a Native American there who was apparently well known to the patrons and the bartender. When he's reasonably sober, everybody likes him. But when he's tying one on, he's off the chart obnoxious.

Today, he was tying one on.

The bartender gives him a friendly warning. It was soon ignored.

He got another ... again ignored. Finally,

"Listen (I've forgotten his name). If you don't settle down, we're going to have to throw you out of here again."

That got a nod of acknowledgement. And it worked for about 10 minutes, before the alcohol started talking again.

My buddy and I looked over at the bartender, who's eyes were fixed upon another gent. He motioned his head to the door.

So this guy walks up to the offender, grabs him by the seat of his pants, and the scruff of his neck, and literally gives him the bum's rush out of the door. My recollection (this is well over 20 years ago) is that he "door" was a couple of swinging doors a la your cowboy bar in a western movie.

I had never thought about it before, but those type of doors are probably designed for convenient "bumrushing."

My buddy and I looked at each other with a "holy shite" expression ... we had both heard of the bum's rush before, but had never seen it executed at all, let alone in such an appropriate setting. The guy literally slapped his hands together when he walked back to his seat.

Memories. And those were the days when Laker games were something to look forward to.

Many years ago, one of my ex-Navy buddies worked some nights as a bartender at the Pomerado Club here in Poway
(formerly Big Stone Lodge - http://articles.latimes.com/1990-09-29/ ... tone-lodge).
One night on my way home from a disappointing bachelor party (the dancers managed to get the groom naked without getting naked themselves) I stopped in to see if it was one of his nights on duty.

It wasn't, so I got no free drinks, and it was getting near to closing time, so the bartender told me to either buy one last drink or leave now. I told him I had never been thrown out of a bar in my life, but within about 30 seconds the bouncer came up behind me, grabbed my belt, and corrected that omission in my biography.

[Photoho]

^^

[windyscotty]

I forgot to mention that there is a contest for the best dressed redneck. Locals, of course, are excluded, because they are already in costume.

Mikey, the bouncer at Rusty's, tells me that he has to "escort" people out of the bar on many occasions.

The best bar room drama to date had to be when the cops got into a fight. I would like to have seen that one.

[cheapski]

I told him I had never been thrown out of a bar in my life, but within about 30 seconds the bouncer came up behind me, grabbed my belt, and corrected that omission in my biography.

I love eloquence like this. Its so Mark Twain.