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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
I saw a TV show once about the arm wrestling champ that loved to go to different bars all over the country and whip the local champ. Then he went to Oregon, and a logging town. A normal sized guy sat down at his table and put down the champ with ease. He said every guy in there was crazy strong from hard work. He quietly left town very humbled by men that perform hard work every day for a decades.
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I personally witnessed this back in the day. Got a call from my deceased best buddy David. Told me that there was going to be an arm wrestling tourney in Sweet Home, Oregon and that his little brothers, his little sister, and the Keeneys (badass loggers from Cascadia) were entering. Contest put on by a promoter from Portland, bringing the city champs. Bottom line? Nobody from Portland won their weight class! One I'll never forget was then 15 year old Kevin Keeney...had to wait outside the bar until his match was called. They had problems getting the grip..finally Kevin said: "okay, grab my thumb you cheating old man. I'm going to beat you anyway."
And he did...
It doesn't pay to mess with loggers...people who run up & down steep hills all day packing chain saws, heavy choker cables. other stuff.
Okay, a random pic...tho it's pretty tough to find anything better than the "grandma" poster.
Hmm..wtf? Can't get one to upload. Oh well...