The Bronson Saga.
 

***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
classic, all time great Kramer yarns.

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.

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 11, 2:11*pm, LarbGai > wrote:
> ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> 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.

Waddya want...a pat on the back?

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Sat, 11 Jun 2011 14:11:13 -0700 (PDT), LarbGai >
wrote:

>***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
>classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
>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.

I was beginning to believe your little tale until... did the owner
really speak with that ridiculous Vermont, Alabama accent, y'all?


>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.
>

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 11, 6:08*pm, Brooklyn1 <Gravesend1> wrote:
> On Sat, 11 Jun 2011 14:11:13 -0700 (PDT), LarbGai >
> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> >***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> >classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> >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.
>
> I was beginning to believe your little tale until... did the owner
> really speak with that ridiculous Vermont, Alabama accent, y'all?
>
>
>
> >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.- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -

***Hey Chemo, the July 4th Krap-Fest is just around the
corner...Better take a few week vacation and get ready, put your feet
up and take a load off...Seems like the 2 posts you made during the
Jan 8th Kombat Anniversary was a bit too much for you ~ All the
excitement knocked you right on your arse :-)

Rockin' Rod Shaftenauer
YeeeeeeeeHawwwwww

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 12, 4:11*am, LarbGai > wrote:
> ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> 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.



Hey LarbGai :o)
This my favorite post from my husband Steve. I wet my knicker every
time I read!
All fantasy, all make beleive, all bullshut and give everyone an idea
about mental state of Steve. Stvev have fantasy about kicking ass of
movie star like Bronson.
Nobuko Kramer

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 12, 4:17*am, Chemo the Clown > wrote:
> On Jun 11, 2:11*pm, LarbGai > wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> > classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> > 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.
>
> Waddya want...a pat on the back?- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -

HEY Chemo :o)
Mind you own business and not poke nose in here OK?
Nobuko Kramer

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 13, 8:18*am, Nobuko Kramer > wrote:
> On Jun 12, 4:17*am, Chemo the Clown > wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Jun 11, 2:11*pm, LarbGai > wrote:
>
> > > ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> > > classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> > > 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.
>
> > Waddya want...a pat on the back?- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -
>
> HEY Chemo * :o)
> Mind you own business and not poke nose in here OK?
> Nobuko Kramer

Quit the **** crossposting you dimwit.

The Bronson Saga.
 

On Jun 13, 11:15*pm, Chemo the Clown > wrote:
> On Jun 13, 8:18*am, Nobuko Kramer > wrote:
>
>
>
> > On Jun 12, 4:17*am, Chemo the Clown > wrote:
>
> > > On Jun 11, 2:11*pm, LarbGai > wrote:
>
> > > > ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> > > > classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
> > > > 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.
>
> > > Waddya want...a pat on the back?- Hide quoted text -
>
> > > - Show quoted text -
>
> > HEY Chemo * :o)
> > Mind you own business and not poke nose in here OK?
> > Nobuko Kramer
>
> Quit the **** crossposting you dimwit.

Hey Chemo :o)
You last name/surname 'Clown'?
How appropriate. *grin*
Nobuko Kramer