I've only had only a bit of training in hand to hand combat from my jobs as a fed agent over the past 24 years, and about 6 months of jujitsu training when I was in college. I also had some rough friends when I was a teen and learned to street fight quickly. I gotta like that jujitsu because on the various occasions that I have had to get out of tough ones with single or multiple attackers, I have invariably used a jujitsu move or three but even that does not always work. Despite the small amount of jujitsu I learned (or the little of it I remember) and the paucity of my fed training (even less remembered) I have lived another day on several occasions because I quickly reverted to some other exotic forms of survival techniques that basically amounted to me improvosing among those things mentioned above. Despite not knowing much in the lines of unarmed combat techniques, I can say that in many encounters of the violent type wherein I have been the one who was attacked - I have taken a lickin but keep on tickin.
In one instance I had at least 5 attackers take away a prisoner from me while at the same time trying to drag me into Mexico through a hole in the fence while simultaneously giving me a bad, bad beating and trying to take away my gun. I depended heavily upon the technique of Balsac Kik-Qwik Do
and several eye gouges, face rakes, throws, punches, kicks and one warning shot. I kept my gun, remained in the USA, lost a prisoner and my handcuffs, and wound up with only a fractured sternum despite lots of talk by the bad guys that they were gonna kill me. Believe me, they tried real hard to do just that. I truly believe that my reliance on Balsac Kik-Qwik Do
helped turn it around in my favor more than anything; that warning shot only came after I freed myself using the improvised martial arts moves and only kept them from coming at me again. It was the repeated Balsac-Kik Do moves that did the trick. By the way, the prisoner was eventually caught by the Judiciales (state police Baja Calif. Norte) and I even got my handcuffs back.
Another time I had a single attacker try to take my gun and wind up biting me, leaving my left bicep scarred for life. He wound up arrested after being thrown to the ground and kicked a few times on the way down, and then in a display of the ancient martial art of SumNeeNow
had the knee of an Immigration Inspector (who came to help me out) land on his chest accompanied with a big exhalation that was cut short with a squeal as my right shin landed across his windpipe in a move that caused him to quickly clench his teeth together in a totally forced maniacal sort of a grin. This tactic was mastered by the ancient practitioners of Shin Mai-Kee Grin
Another time I had a guy who tried to evade me by running up an outside covered stairwell into a hotel (very old west like). As I got near to the top steps the alarms went off in my head - something was wrong! I guess I had not heard the hotel's fire escape door slam shut as it usually did after someone had run inside. I put on the brakes and started to crouch but held my mag lite up over my head defensively; Suddenly out of nowhere, the bad guy comes swinging down like Burt Lancaster in one of those old movies from the ceiling of the covered stairwell. I immediately reverted to the improvised and quite solid technique of Mag-Bing Shin
. Those mag lights are wonderful at crunching bone. Just as he was about to connect with where my head had been only a split second before, I whacked him across the shins with the mag light and he fell down the stairs howling in pain and was subsequently arrested by a very happy me.
Recently, only about a year ago, I was attacked by a psycho in a parking lot because I parked too close to his car. As I was trying to move my car further away, he shows up and goes berserk. Next thing I knew he was pounding me through my driver side window, and with nowhere else to go I got out and we went at it. The sight of a federal firearms instructor jacket I was wearing only fueled him on. He was quite a bit bigger than me and got me in a headlock and proceeded to repeatedly bang my lower sections into my G-ride, denting the car and hurting my hip and back. I thought of taking armed action something along the lines of Ros-Ko Bang Bang
, but from the position I was in I feared that any bullet might ricochet off his hip and hit me in the head. So I was forced to resort to the infamous technique of Go-Nad Wak
. It took only one or two solid shots with this wonderful technique to free myself. As it turned out this guy was able to flee; I am no dummy (nor am I young enough any more to enjoy the luxury of being dumb) so I let him go. I figured there was no way short of shooting him that I would control him and even that was not for sure, and he shad stopped trying to crush or maim me by then. I followed him and called for backup from the NYPD who arrested him. He ultimately pled to some minor violation, paid my doctor bills and paid for the damage to the G-Ride. Me, I am ok. I guess mainly because I improvised my technique and did what it took when other things I knew did not work.
There have been several other instances over the years where improvsion has saved my ass. Sure I got hurt, and it would have been better to be some sort of a black belt, or at least if I had practiced this stuff more (and believe me I wish I had). As it was I used what I knew, what I could make up on the moment, my will to survive; and I had something else going for me to: the ancient philosophy of law enforcement officers worldwide known as Ta-Kem Doun Dan-Oh
(if you are as old as me you know just how ancient that is). Thank you and sayonara!