***** What could be better to start off with than Steve all time
classic Bronson story.
This one will live forever out there in LaLla Land. *GRIN*

When Bronson first moved to Vermont, I was working in a sporting
goods
store. He came in and wanted to buy a 'resident' hunting license. I
refused to sell him one because he hadn't been a resident long enough
to
qualify, (6 months needed) and didn't have the required ID (a Vermont
State ID or Driver's License.) I offered to sell him a 'non-resident'
license but he refused. That license was much more expensive, of
course,
and as he had just purchased his Vermont home that month, (it was in
all
the newspapers,) 'he felt' that he was entitled to resident status.


He went to another shop, bought a resident license, got nabbed by
Fish
and Game (who in Vermont, check the registers often,) to the tune of
$5000 and loss of license. He blamed me for turning him in, (he was
simply too stupid to realize that someone of his fame can't NOT get
away
with anything in a small 'town' like Vermont!) came back to my store
and
started a fist fight, not just a shouting match.


Bronson was a scrappy son of a gun, but small, standing about 5'5" or
so, and powerfully built. But in those days I was about 24 years old,
teaching Kung-fu every night and fighting in tournaments on weekends.
I
stopped his attack, and delivered him out to the sidewalk. He came
back
the next day and started again. I put him outside again, telling him
that if he tried again, I would call the police and have him charged
with assault. He never returned to that store.


A year later I was hired away by another shop to manage the camping,
scuba, and mountaineering side of their business. Bronson came in
with
some friends, recognized me and started mouthing off (only) again. I
ignored it. Then he demanded to be shown a spear gun, telling his
friends that they would use it to spear trout in the river behind his
house for dinner that night. I refused to sell him one, as spear
fishing
for trout is illegal in Vermont. He got huffy, and demanded to see
the
owner. I brought out the owner, who at first was delighted to have
such
a star in his shop, but quickly changed his tune after listening to
the
man. Bronson 'insisted' that I be fired on the spot. The owner turned
to
me and said "OK, your fired. But first throw this idiot out of my
store!
Then go get us some lunch. I'm hungry." I did both. Neither Bronson,
nor
his friends, ever returned to that shop. I continued to work there
until
I began my own business two years later.