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Who was your favorite outlaw in the late 1800s
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Oh, no!! BrotherRockeye???
Wes Hardin.
It seems like he didn't go looking for trouble, to me it sounds like he was kind of like John Wayne-rough and tough, and wouldn't take sh#t from anyone.
Edit-IMO Jesse James was a muderous little b@stard that DID look for trouble.
John Wesley Hardin was a murdering cut throat, his tally of dead men was more than forty. In a gunfight, Jesse James would be sucking up a lot of lead if he stood in front of Hardin.
Hardin shot a sleeping man in a hotel in Abilene because the man was snoring too loud, Hardin had to make a hasty retreat out of town because Deputy Sheriff Hickok would have tried to arrest him. Perhaps they both would have died that night from a slug from the others pistol.
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If these same people were here today, they would be nothing but thugs and gangsters however, Hollywood has glamorized them into Robin Hoods.
so what should we call our modern day polaticians and buissness men ?????
Justifiable homicide!
If these same people were here today, they would be nothing but thugs and gangsters however, Hollywood has glamorized them into Robin Hoods.
You've got that right. Look what Hollywood did to Bonnie & Clyde. They made folk heroes out of two butt-ugly psychopathic A-holes. Any of you guys seen a picture of the real Bonnie?
Mysterious Dave Mathers. A lawman who also spent time in jail. I had a book that said he was raised by his English American parents, he then joined the British Army/Navy. Latter on became a US Sheriff. His 1 gunfight if true was one of the greatest in history.
Mathers was bartending/bouncing in Dodge. The Sheriff in town was his friend and was shot in the bar by 5 gang members. The Sheriff died in Mather's arms. Mathers ran into the street screaming revenge, and confronted the 5 armed outlaws. In the shootout, Mathers shot all 5 men dead single handedly. A true marksmen unlike any other.
Mathers became Sheriff for a time and eventually ended up in Canada with the North West Mounted Police.
Let find anyone who can match that.
Mathers was bartending/bouncing in Dodge. The Sheriff in town was his friend and was shot in the bar by 5 gang members. The Sheriff died in Mather's arms. Mathers ran into the street screaming revenge, and confronted the 5 armed outlaws. In the shootout, Mathers shot all 5 men dead single handedly. A true marksmen unlike any other.
Mathers became Sheriff for a time and eventually ended up in Canada with the North West Mounted Police.
Let find anyone who can match that.
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The Mad Trapper! All the police had on him was that he was rude. Then when he wouldn't open the door they made Swiss cheese out of his cabin, dynamited it and then he climbed over a mountain behind it that everyone said was impassible. They never figured out who he really was.
Bill Miner for sure.
I grew up in the Port Coquitlam B.C. area( western terminus for CPR) and as a kid, (even now) thought it was pretty cool that Bill miner is given credit for first using the phrase "hands up" or something like that while trying to rob a train nearby. Also , I've had a few pints at the Billy Miner pub.Beer connects many things. MURF
I grew up in the Port Coquitlam B.C. area( western terminus for CPR) and as a kid, (even now) thought it was pretty cool that Bill miner is given credit for first using the phrase "hands up" or something like that while trying to rob a train nearby. Also , I've had a few pints at the Billy Miner pub.Beer connects many things. MURF
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True dat, but Tuco Ramiraz did wield a turkey leg while busting through glass window
Polar Man
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Unforgiven was on tv today, and the assasination of Jesse james is on tomorrow, I think. That movie get's better every time I see it.
Oops! on tonight actually, history channel!
Oops! on tonight actually, history channel!
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Yes i agree that Assasination of JJ i liked it when i frist watched it but i have watched it about two more times as the Acting is very good it grows on you.
Its a well done movie one of my Favorites now.
the Unforgiven was great to.
There was a TV series about Ned kelly in Australia that was better than both the Movies made one with Mick jager and the other with Keith ledger.
Both them ned kelly movies sucked big time.
I learned alot about Ned Kelly when i lived in Australia. he was a pretty intresting outlaw.
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I have heard his body armor mentioned a few times, and agree the Heath Ledger film was bad (only saw the last bit) and Mick Jagger is a horrible actor so I will pass on that one.
I have to Wicki or google him.
I have to Wicki or google him.
The Guy took big thick horse drawen Plow Blades and made body armor includeing crude helmets.
They stoped the soft lead bullets of the time period no problem.
Heavy as hell tho.
There was and entire Group of Bushragers lead by Ned (brothers Ect) that all wore that armor.
Its very intresting if you can find some decent Realistic info on the Kelly Gang.
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Mysterious Dave Mather
There is nothing which breeds mystery faster than a gunfighter of few words. Dave Mather was just such a man and came to be known as "Mysterious Dave". He could often be seen about the saloons of Denver, always properly belted up with twin Colts bulging under his coat, stopping here and there to gaze at the players at a faro table, watching others playing blackjack, and never seen engaged in gambling himself.
Dave was a smallish man with square but frail shoulders, dark eyes and dark mustache. He could often be seen sunning himself along the board walk in front of the Sheriff's office. Dave had a badge pinned to his chest, for he was indeed a deputy in Dodge City.
Dave had come from a family of seafaring lawmen up in Massachusetts and his ancestors had been rugged sailormen of the Seven Seas. So Dave was made of whipcord stuff. Many claimed he was a descendant of Cotton Mather.
The real gunslingers of Dodge watched Dave out of the tail of their eye, because around him was a halo of mystery which they could not plumb. One night Marshal Tom Carson walked into a whale of a lot of trouble with a gang of desperadoes known as the Henry bunch of gunslingers and needed help. Dave was there with him when the marshal was shot both in the legs and arms and lay crippled on the dance floor. He died from loss of blood shortly afterwards, but before he expired, Dave assured him he would kill every last one of the Henry outfit. He got to his feet and roared after them down the flimsy staircase, out of the dancehall into the street where, with a gun in each hand, he cut down seven men and left them lying dead from the board walk on up to the Long Branch. Nobody had ever seen such a gun battle before. It was difficult to believe that this quiet little man could have done such damage. Dave said nothing more about it, and a few days later resumed his seat in front of the sheriff's office.
Dave had become known as a killer lawman, when a preacher came to town and pitched his tent and was holding a sawdust revival. Dave drifted into the meet ing one night, a little liquored up, and sat down to listen. The skypilot directed his religion at Dave, saying he would gladly die to save this man who had sent seven men to Hell. Dave resented the remark, rose to his feet with a gun in either hand. The tent became vacant in a few seconds as people scattered, and one blast from Dave's gun sent the parson under the canvas out into the night. The next morning the tent had been struck and a few kids were searching the sawdust circle looking for lost coins.
Dave decided to open a saloon but Marshal T. C. Nixon of Dodge was playing a high-handed game of politics and tried to stop him. Mather and Nixon quarelled in the street, in which Mather got shot or grazed in the shoulder. He said nothing but told the marshal he'd better get out of Dodge. That night they met again on the street and a gunfight ensued in which Dave out drew him and killed him on the spot. As he had witnesses, it was merely a case of self-defense.
He left Dodge in the late 1880s and journeyed horse back to San Francisco, thence on up by boat into Canada and enlisted in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, proving his prowess by showing what he could do with a pair of six guns and a horse. Dave was at heart an Englishman anyhow. He was still seen in the royal blue and red as late as 1920. Although unsung, Dave Mather was one of our great gunfighters of the Old West.
Mysterious Dave Mather
There is nothing which breeds mystery faster than a gunfighter of few words. Dave Mather was just such a man and came to be known as "Mysterious Dave". He could often be seen about the saloons of Denver, always properly belted up with twin Colts bulging under his coat, stopping here and there to gaze at the players at a faro table, watching others playing blackjack, and never seen engaged in gambling himself.
Dave was a smallish man with square but frail shoulders, dark eyes and dark mustache. He could often be seen sunning himself along the board walk in front of the Sheriff's office. Dave had a badge pinned to his chest, for he was indeed a deputy in Dodge City.
Dave had come from a family of seafaring lawmen up in Massachusetts and his ancestors had been rugged sailormen of the Seven Seas. So Dave was made of whipcord stuff. Many claimed he was a descendant of Cotton Mather.
The real gunslingers of Dodge watched Dave out of the tail of their eye, because around him was a halo of mystery which they could not plumb. One night Marshal Tom Carson walked into a whale of a lot of trouble with a gang of desperadoes known as the Henry bunch of gunslingers and needed help. Dave was there with him when the marshal was shot both in the legs and arms and lay crippled on the dance floor. He died from loss of blood shortly afterwards, but before he expired, Dave assured him he would kill every last one of the Henry outfit. He got to his feet and roared after them down the flimsy staircase, out of the dancehall into the street where, with a gun in each hand, he cut down seven men and left them lying dead from the board walk on up to the Long Branch. Nobody had ever seen such a gun battle before. It was difficult to believe that this quiet little man could have done such damage. Dave said nothing more about it, and a few days later resumed his seat in front of the sheriff's office.
Dave had become known as a killer lawman, when a preacher came to town and pitched his tent and was holding a sawdust revival. Dave drifted into the meet ing one night, a little liquored up, and sat down to listen. The skypilot directed his religion at Dave, saying he would gladly die to save this man who had sent seven men to Hell. Dave resented the remark, rose to his feet with a gun in either hand. The tent became vacant in a few seconds as people scattered, and one blast from Dave's gun sent the parson under the canvas out into the night. The next morning the tent had been struck and a few kids were searching the sawdust circle looking for lost coins.
Dave decided to open a saloon but Marshal T. C. Nixon of Dodge was playing a high-handed game of politics and tried to stop him. Mather and Nixon quarelled in the street, in which Mather got shot or grazed in the shoulder. He said nothing but told the marshal he'd better get out of Dodge. That night they met again on the street and a gunfight ensued in which Dave out drew him and killed him on the spot. As he had witnesses, it was merely a case of self-defense.
He left Dodge in the late 1880s and journeyed horse back to San Francisco, thence on up by boat into Canada and enlisted in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, proving his prowess by showing what he could do with a pair of six guns and a horse. Dave was at heart an Englishman anyhow. He was still seen in the royal blue and red as late as 1920. Although unsung, Dave Mather was one of our great gunfighters of the Old West.
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A lot of google for me tonight after reading about these old timers.
