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Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 17:43
by Randyman
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:There was a campground in the Soledad Canyon area that my family and I would go camping at when I was a kid. It was called "Little Africa" and was an old film location used for Tarzan movies. It looked like an African jungle with huge trees and brush. It also had a small lake in it. I must have climbed very tree on the grounds. Are you familiar with it?

Randy

Randy, back in the late 1940's-early 50's, what is now Whittier Narrows (Legg Lake) used to be like a jungle, it was used to film movies, and we kids used to ride our bikes there to see the filming, there was also a lagoon there that we used to go swimming in, there was a bunch of tree and we had ropes tie to the trees and we would swing on them and pretend we were Tarzan.

Frank, are you talking about Marano Beach? I used to go there all the time. During the 1940's they had dances and picnics and parties, Pachuco style. my father used to tell me about those days every time we passed through there. It was once a hot spot in a low budget kind of way.
No, marano beach was at the NW corner of San Gabriel Bl and Rosemeand, the part I'm talking about is where the lakes are right now.

Btw, I too went to the parties at marano beach.
I'm not familiar with that Frank. I'm always glad to learn something new about the area. Do you remember Streamland Park, off of Rosemead Blvd just before reaching Legg lake?

Re: Re:

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 17:57
by kikibalt
Randyman wrote:
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:There was a campground in the Soledad Canyon area that my family and I would go camping at when I was a kid. It was called "Little Africa" and was an old film location used for Tarzan movies. It looked like an African jungle with huge trees and brush. It also had a small lake in it. I must have climbed very tree on the grounds. Are you familiar with it?

Randy

Randy, back in the late 1940's-early 50's, what is now Whittier Narrows (Legg Lake) used to be like a jungle, it was used to film movies, and we kids used to ride our bikes there to see the filming, there was also a lagoon there that we used to go swimming in, there was a bunch of tree and we had ropes tie to the trees and we would swing on them and pretend we were Tarzan.

Frank, are you talking about Marano Beach? I used to go there all the time. During the 1940's they had dances and picnics and parties, Pachuco style. my father used to tell me about those days every time we passed through there. It was once a hot spot in a low budget kind of way.
No, marano beach was at the NW corner of San Gabriel Bl and Rosemeand, the part I'm talking about is where the lakes are right now.

Btw, I too went to the parties at marano beach.
I'm not familiar with that Frank. I'm always glad to learn something new about the area. Do you remember Streamland Park, off of Rosemead Blvd just before reaching Legg lake?
Yes, I do remember Streamland Park real good, when I was a kid I would go and spent the summers with my maternal grandparents who lived in old Pico, and my grandpa would take me to the park on Sundays.

Marano beach was on the west side of Rosemead bl. from south of the 60 freeway to north of San Gabriel bl. I believe there is a shooting range there now.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 18:23
by kikibalt
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Sen. John McCain, left, holds his own in a boxing match during his days as a midshipman. Credit: Courtesy of U.S. Naval Academy

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 18:34
by Randyman
Guido Bardelli is being inducted into a World Boxing Hall of Fame on November 15th, 2008 in Los Angeles, California.
By John Bardelli

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Guido Bardelli also known as Young Firpo, one of the world's greatest light heavyweights, campaigned from 1924 - 1937, an era considered by many boxing historians to be the greatest era in the history of boxing.

Born in Barre, Vermont in 1907, his family moved to northern Idaho eventually settling in the mountainous mining town of Burke, Idaho, where Guido was introduced to the world of boxing in 1924 at the age of 17 as "Young Firpo."

Young Firpo's reputation as a quick-silvered reflex knockout artist in the Pacific Northwest grew, as knockout followed knockout, until January of 1930 when he was signed to fight in Portland, Oregon, against Oaklander Ray Pelky. Pelky entered the contests as a prohibitive favorite. Firpo revealed his wares by viciously kayoing Pelky in 2 rounds, Pelky declaring he had never been hit so hard in his life after being revived nearly 2 hours later. Pelky also stated, "He is a murderous puncher. He'll knock any man up to 200 pounds. I was a fool to take the match."

Already well known in the Coeur d'Alene Mining District and Pacific Coast because of a rugged viciousness that many sport's writers of the era compared to the greatest fighters they had every seen, after disposing of Pelky in Portland, Portland claimed the Idaho slugger as its own. Thereafter, Firpo went on to fight in Portland 24 times during a 7 year period while also engaging in major fights throughout all the west including Oregon, Colorado, California, Montana, Washington, and Idaho.

In the early part of his career, he became embroiled in disputes with a series of contending individuals who sought to become his manager. Firpo came to disdain managers and refused to sign contracts with anyone who sought to be his manager.

Mel Epstein, veteran fight manager-trainer, also sought in vain to become Firpo's manager from the late 1920's, when Epstein first laid eyes on Firpo in Butte, Montana, through the duration of Firpo's ring career. Although Firpo refused to engage Epstein as a fight manager, Firpo did come to trust Mel and engaged him as a trainer. Indeed, it was Mel Epstein who was in Firpo's corner, as a trainer and quasi-manager, for the majority of the major fights in which Firpo was involved from 1930 onward including Firpo's epic Portland contests with Leo Lomski, Wesley "KO" Ketchell, George Manley, Tiger Jack Fox, and John Henry Lewis.

In a 1970's interview, Mel Epstein was asked, "How good a fighter was Firpo, Mel?" In a voice loaded with excitement, Epstein answered the question over the course of more than 30 minutes, stating in part that "Young Firpo was unbeatable; he was practically unbeatable until he had that damn car wreck. He was colorful! Every fight was filled action. The fans liked the action. Excitement and action.... He should have been the light heavyweight champion of the world. Ask him. He knows it."

When asked during the interview how Epstein envisioned the outcome of a fight between Young Firpo and then reigning light heavyweight champion Victor Galindez, Epstein replied, "Ahh ... Firp woulda knocked him out. He'd knock all of em [light heavyweights] out. He was a slugger and nobody's fool in there. Firp was like lightning you know. He was like an eel, elusive, slippery. You couldn't tie him up to keep him off. He had too much for these guys."

In another 1970's informal Los Angeles interview, former welterweight champion of the world Jimmy McClarnin was asked by a Mel Epstein managed fighter Rick Farris, who had overheard McClarnin and Los Angeles Boxing Promoter George Parnasus talking about Young Firpo, "Just how good was this Young Firpo?" McClarnin responded without hesitation, "Oh, let me just tell you that Young Firpo was the greatest fighter I ever saw."

During that same interview both McClarnin and George Parnasus volunteered to an awe struck young and impressionable Rick Farris, who later became a boxing historian and World Boxing Hall of Fame Director, which "Young Firpo hit harder than either Bob Foster or Archie Moore. Firpo would have knocked them out."

Sport's writer L. H. Gregory, who penned Greg's Gossip for the Portland Oregonian for over 50 years, in a 1971 column wrote that Young Firpo was the most "exciting fighter" he ever saw in a writing career which encompassed over 50 years of watching fights. Gregory wrote that "Young Firpo was unforgettable.... His aggressive, go-get-em-style was spectacular.... We have never seen more active fighting once in the ring. He started them in motion from the first bell and never let up while the fight lasted.... From opening bell he'd move in on an opponent with the least possible 'feeling out' of experimental jabs, both arms and hands flailing as if on half-circular hinges ---- bang, bang, bang, bang, almost exactly alternating left, right, left, right in a continuous tattoo. We can still see those explosive alternating gloves breaking through against the opponent's face and upper body."

Northern Idaho writer Maidell Clements who witnessed Firpo's ring exploits wrote in 1981: "When the bell rang, Firpo would charge across the ring and throw punches from all angels. Many a fighter wouldn't know what hit them till their heads began to clear in the dressing room."

Another Portland boxing writer, Billy Steppe, himself a prolific writer and keen observer of the boxing scene for over 70 years on the Pacific Coast, had suffered a stroke prior to his being interviewed in the 1970's and was unable to speak. However, when asked to name the greatest fighter he ever saw, Steppe simply wrote, "Young Firpo."

Young Firpo's futile and turning point in his march toward the light heavyweight championship suffered its severest blow when, in the spring of 1934, while traveling to Butte, Montana, to fight Gorilla Jones, Firpo was involved in a motor vehicle accident and sustained serious injuries which landed him in the hospital for weeks. It was thought that the injuries brought about the end of his fight career.

Firpo would not fight again until August of 1934, when he defended his Pacific Coast Light Heavyweight Championship in a "tune-up" match against the onslaught of hard punching knockout artist Tiger Jack Fox, the same Fox who Jersey Joe Walcott, in 1974, called the greatest fighter Walcott ever fought not excluding Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano, and Ezzard Charles. Walcott was knocked out by Fox and beaten in 10 rounds in a second fight with Fox. Fox was favored to defeat Firpo because Fox had been active throughout the 1934 fight year while he recuperated and Fox had run up a string of knockouts while Firpo was totally inactive and had not engaged in a single fight in 1934.

Despite the odds, Firpo defeated Fox in a Portland brutal encounter. Firpo floored Fox in the sixth round after Firpo, himself, had been floored by Fox in the same round. Seemingly, it appeared that Firpo had recovered from the injuries sustained in the automobile accident but, as Epstein stated, such was not the case.

One month later, on September 20, 1934, John Henry Lewis, claiming that he was the uncrowned light heavyweight champion of the world following the NBA's stripping Maxie Rosenbloom of the title, sought to divest Young Firpo of the Pacific Coast Light Heavyweight title in yet another Portland fight. Lewis was being touted as the "uncrowned light heavyweight champion" because he had defeated titleholder Maxie Rosenbloom in two non-title affairs flooring Rosenbloom 7 times in the process.

In another vicious slugfest taking place on September 20, 1934, Lewis escaped with a draw. Every major newspaper writer in attendance covering the fight, including Billy Steppe, H.L. Gregory, Don McCloud, and George Bertz, thought that Firpo won the fight. Lewis was on the verge of being knocked out in both the 7th and 8th rounds. Referee Tom Louttit declared the contest a draw. Firpo retained his Coast title. However, bedlam ensued with pronounced booing between 5 and 10 minutes and things were thrown into the ring including a knife before order was restored.

As an aftermath, Lewis eventually went on to win the title by defeating Bob Olin and refused to fight Firpo in a rematch with the World's Light Heavyweight Championship on the line despite repeated challenges having been made from Firpo.

From 1930 through 1937, Young Firpo challenged in vain for a shot at the light heavyweight title, held chronologically during this period by Maxie Rosenbloom, Bob Olin, and John Henry Lewis. Firpo telegraphed a Spokane promoter "Will fight Fox, Lewis, Olin, or Rosenbloom. I fear no man."

In 1933, Rosenbloom and Firpo were signed to fight a championship match thought to be the first championship match ever held in Portland but a gate dispute led to cancellation of the fight. When the fight was initially signed, coast writers gave Firpo a better than even chance of beating Rosenbloom because of his speed and punching prowess. After the cancellation, Firpo sought in vain to again get Rosenbloom's signature on a contract. During an interview, Firpo told a boxing writer, "With the championship on the line, I'll fight Rosenbloom for nothing." Rosenbloom, who seemingly ducked no fighter, would not sign to defend his title against Firpo.

Retiring in 1937, Firpo maintained that between 1924 - 1937, he engaged in 134 fights, scored 79 knockouts, suffered 15 losses (some of which he questioned) and had 4 draws. BoxRec, a computerized database of boxing data, maintains that Young Firpo's record consists of 93 fights, 74 victories, 45 knockouts, 15 losses, and 4 draws.

Guido Bardelli married the lovely Mary Widitz from Roundup, Montana, in 1934 and their marriage produced three children, Cleo Marie Clizer, Frederick Ketchell Bardelli, and John Ambrose Bardelli. Young Firpo passed away in 1984.


Young Firpo is being inducted into the World Boxing Hall Of Fame on November 15, 2008 at the Banquet of Champions at LAX Marriott, located at 5855 West Century Boulevard, Los Angeles, California 90045. Social hour will begin at 6:00 pm, followed by dinner and induction ceremony at 8:00 pm.

Dinner tickets are priced at $100.00, $150.00 and $200.00. For ticket information and all the details call: 626- 964-2414 or visit official website at http://www.wbhf.org.

A nonprofit organization based in California, the World Boxing Hall Of Fame is dedicated to preserving and honoring boxing and its history.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 18:48
by kikibalt
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 18:54
by Randyman
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The Police Gazette: A man's magazine if ever there was one.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 18:59
by Randyman
Guys, these photos are of my wife Jeri and I. The top photo was at a restaraunt in Los Angeles after a night on the town in 1982. The bottom photo was taken at the old Desert Inn Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas in 1984. It has sinced been razed.

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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 19:25
by kikibalt
Randyman wrote:Guys, these photos are of my wife Jeri and I. The top photo was at a restaraunt in Los Angeles after a night on the town in 1982. The bottom photo was taken at the old Desert Inn Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas in 1984. It has sinced been razed.

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Lookin' good, guys.... :TU:

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 19:37
by kikibalt
Freddie Mills

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"Freddie"

By Diego

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:38
by dagosd2000
IF IT AIN'T FIGHTIN',WHAT IS IT?

Jack Dempsey once said that stepping into a ring with boxing gloves and a referee ain't fightin'? I always admired the Manassa Mauler,but I don't catch his drift with that comment.

What brings this to mind is today I got into a fight,or somethin'. I was driving up from downtown to go to my grand daughter's Flamenco recital.I was going to watch her, and then drive her home. I'm across the street in my car at the stop sign. I go to proceed and pulling in front of me is this guy on a bike. It was a 4 way stop and this dude ran his stop sign and on top of it was on the wrong side of the street. He's a big fat cholo dude riding one of those bikes with the big butterfly handlebars. He's got a shaved head,tatoos all over,sun glasses,and this is what gets me,he's got to be over 30.You think he'd gotten that shit out of his system.

Well I almost knock him over. He keeps his balance and starts yellin' at me. I snapped. I mean this idiot was in the wrong. I put the the car in park right there at the light and sprang out of the door. The fat cholo dude gets off the bike and starts throwing his hands up like he's throwing gang signs. He's still shooting his mouth off as he's flailing his arms and cussing me out.

I grabbed him by the shirt with both hands and put my my left foot behind his heel. I threw him down in the middle of the street and let fly two right hands across his face. What do you think this punk does? He starts crying! I let him up and give him a kick right in the seat of his pants. He says I'm crazy and he then gets on his bicycle and rides away.

I brush myself off and look around. There must have been a hundred people who gathered around to watch the melee. My grand daughter and her Flamenco teacher are part of the audience. I get back in my car and park. My grand daughter and her teacher asked what happened. I didn't want to get into it with them because while I was taking care of this guy,I reinjured my hip. The adrenilin was going so fast I didn't feel anything. However now it was hurting. Hurting so bad I thought I was going to pass out.

I told my grand daughter to call her Daddy to come pick her up and take her home. I managed to drive back to my place as I'm cussing out the pain in my hip. I'm thinking what if that dude would have been tougher? I mean the whole thing didn't last 20 seconds. Notice I called it a "thing",not a fight. I'm confused after what Dempsey said.

Maybe Jack Dempsey would have called it a fight. I don't know. If boxing ain't fightin' according to Jack Dempsey,what the hell did Willard think he was doing with Jack at Toledo? Going to the senior prom?

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:40
by kikibalt
Randy, Rick,

Did you guys ever go to the Big Oaks Lodge, when fighters used to train there? its on Bouquet Canyon Rd. Santa Clarita, there was at one time some big name fighters training there, maybe even Jerry and Mike Quarry.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:44
by dagosd2000
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:Guys, these photos are of my wife Jeri and I. The top photo was at a restaraunt in Los Angeles after a night on the town in 1982. The bottom photo was taken at the old Desert Inn Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas in 1984. It has sinced been razed.

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Lookin' good, guys.... :TU:
Frank,Randy
I remember a few years ago I took my wife on a vacation to CanCun. As we're registering at the hotel desk,the clerk says to us that this is the place couples come to rekindle the romance in their relationship.I don't know if he saw something ,or that was his standard line. Whatever it was,I felt like pulling him over the counter and belting him in the mouth.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:50
by kikibalt
dagosd2000 wrote:IF IT AIN'T FIGHTIN',WHAT IS IT?

Jack Dempsey once said that stepping into a ring with boxing gloves and a referee ain't fightin'? I always admired the Manassa Mauler,but I don't catch his drift with that comment.

What brings this to mind is today I got into a fight,or somethin'. I was driving up from downtown to go to my grand daughter's Flamenco recital.I was going to watch her, and then drive her home. I'm across the street in my car at the stop sign. I go to proceed and pulling in front of me is this guy on a bike. It was a 4 way stop and this dude ran his stop sign and on top of it was on the wrong side of the street. He's a big fat cholo dude riding one of those bikes with the big butterfly handlebars. He's got a shaved head,tatoos all over,sun glasses,and this is what gets me,he's got to be over 30.You think he'd gotten that shit out of his system.

Well I almost knock him over. He keeps his balance and starts yellin' at me. I snapped. I mean this idiot was in the wrong. I put the the car in park right there at the light and sprang out of the door. The fat cholo dude gets off the bike and starts throwing his hands up like he's throwing gang signs. He's still shooting his mouth off as he's flailing his arms and cussing me out.

I grabbed him by the shirt with both hands and put my my left foot behind his heel. I threw him down in the middle of the street and let fly two right hands across his face. What do you think this punk does? He starts crying! I let him up and give him a kick right in the seat of his pants. He says I'm crazy and he then gets on his bicycle and rides away.

I brush myself off and look around. There must have been a hundred people who gathered around to watch the melee. My grand daughter and her Flamenco teacher are part of the audience. I get back in my car and park. My grand daughter and her teacher asked what happened. I didn't want to get into it with them because while I was taking care of this guy,I reinjured my hip. The adrenilin was going so fast I didn't feel anything. However now it was hurting. Hurting so bad I thought I was going to pass out.

I told my grand daughter to call her Daddy to come pick her up and take her home. I managed to drive back to my place as I'm cussing out the pain in my hip. I'm thinking what if that dude would have been tougher? I mean the whole thing didn't last 20 seconds. Notice I called it a "thing",not a fight. I'm confused after what Dempsey said.

Maybe Jack Dempsey would have called it a fight. I don't know. If boxing ain't fightin' according to Jack Dempsey,what the hell did Willard think he was doing with Jack at Toledo? Going to the senior prom?
Diego,

Take it easy dude, you'er not as young as you used to be, I'm with you on one thing though, old cholos!, nothing gets my goat more then seeing an old cholo that won't grow up, I see them here in the barrio now and then.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:52
by kikibalt
dagosd2000 wrote:
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:Guys, these photos are of my wife Jeri and I. The top photo was at a restaraunt in Los Angeles after a night on the town in 1982. The bottom photo was taken at the old Desert Inn Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas in 1984. It has sinced been razed.

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Lookin' good, guys.... :TU:
Frank,Randy
I remember a few years ago I took my wife on a vacation to CanCun. As we're registering at the hotel desk,the clerk says to us that this is the place couples come to rekindle the romance in their relationship.I don't know if he saw something ,or that was his standard line. Whatever it was,I felt like pulling him over the counter and belting him in the mouth.
Shit!, you want to fight everybody dude.... :lol:

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:57
by dagosd2000
Randyman wrote:
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The Police Gazette: A man's magazine if ever there was one.
Randy
You're right about the Police Gazette. Great read for men. Another was The Sporting News. Only reported Baseball,Horse Racing,and Boxing. The sport mags are just about finished. Everything is on TV today. Too glamorous for me. The boxing magazines I don't think are like what I used to read in the old Ring Magazines or across the border in Box Mundial.

When I went to Mexico last summer I could only find one magazine on boxing. It was boxing and wrestling. 3 pages devoted to boxing and 36 pages covering wrestling.

I think what we're doing on the thread is the Police Gazette,Ring Magazine,The Sporting News,Box Mundial,Ring Lardner,Zane Grey,O'Henry,Jack London,and Hemingway all rolled into one.

Over 400 pages. That's not a fluke.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 20:59
by dagosd2000
Frank
It's the vicadin talking. Right now I can take on the world. I'm just waiting for my wife to make me some hot tea and rub my sore hip. Then it's highty night for her big strong hubby.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 21:08
by kikibalt
dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
It's the vicadin talking. Right now I can take on the world. I'm just waiting for my wife to make me some hot tea and rub my sore hip. Then it's highty night for her big strong hubby.
Take a shot of ol' Jack, that and the vicadin will work wonders.... ;;-)

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 21:15
by Rick Farris
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:Guys, these photos are of my wife Jeri and I. The top photo was at a restaraunt in Los Angeles after a night on the town in 1982. The bottom photo was taken at the old Desert Inn Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas in 1984. It has sinced been razed.

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Lookin' good, guys.... :TU:

Randy, Jeri is beautiful. It seems that every member of your family is good looking, women and men, same with the Baltazar's.

-Rick

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 21:21
by Rick Farris
Frank,Randy
I remember a few years ago I took my wife on a vacation to CanCun. As we're registering at the hotel desk,the clerk says to us that this is the place couples come to rekindle the romance in their relationship.I don't know if he saw something ,or that was his standard line. Whatever it was,I felt like pulling him over the counter and belting him in the mouth.[/quote]

Shit!, you want to fight everybody dude.... :lol:[/quote]

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Dagos,

Some people just need an ass whipping. I understand your feelings, Rog.
Now join me in meditation . . . Peace :bow: . . Peace :bow: . . Peace :bow:

-Ricardo

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 21:39
by kikibalt
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Thats Connie at Hoover Dam, we were on our way home from Las Vegas after one of Tony's fights, took a side trip to
see the dam. that was in 1984.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 21:57
by kikibalt
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My 1975 Dodge motorhome, up in the Sierra's.
Circa..1985

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 22:56
by Rick Farris
kikibalt wrote:Randy, Rick,

Did you guys ever go to the Big Oaks Lodge, when fighters used to train there? its on Bouquet Canyon Rd. Santa Clarita, there was at one time some big name fighters training there, maybe even Jerry and Mike Quarry.

Frank, I didn't discover that place until the 80's, when we used it as a film location for a "Highway To Heaven" TV episode. It wasn't much when I saw it. A small, rotting ring out back, a heavy bag hanging from a tree. And a little bar inside the Lodge. A blond-haired former heavyweight managed the place, didn't bother to get his name, but I'd seen him somewhere, at some time. I believe it was Hap Navarro who told us the camp was once run by Baron Von Stumme, who had long sought a heavyweight contender/champ. Was that once Willie Orner's camp? I think Orner's was elsewhere?

-Rick

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 23:14
by Rick Farris
kikibalt wrote:
dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
It's the vicadin talking. Right now I can take on the world. I'm just waiting for my wife to make me some hot tea and rub my sore hip. Then it's highty night for her big strong hubby.
Take a shot of ol' Jack, that and the vicadin will work wonders.... ;;-)

And a second vicadin really assures a good nights sleep. :oo Call in a substitute manana. You gotta rest up for the 15th. Uncle John is already in town, wearing a Cubs cap and a green shirt. :DD

-Rick

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 23:24
by Randyman
It Only Seems Far Away - Big Oaks Lodge
By Jasleen Singh

The long windy drive up Bouquet Canyon Road to the Big Oaks Lodge makes twelve miles seem like an eternity. Don’t give up though because once you get there, the beautiful scenery that serves as a backdrop for the colorful history the Lodge has endured is revealed.
Built as a stagecoach stop in the 1920s, the Lodge went on into the ‘30s and ‘40s to become a hangout for such stars as Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks. Under the 27-year ownership of Diana White and John Smyth, following its brush with the Hollywood scene, Big Oaks became a boxer’s retreat and training ground, equipped with an outdoor boxing ring and cabins where would-be-contenders could reside during their training. Such boxing luminaries as Mike Quarry and Michael Dokes called the Lodge home during their development. Only recently was the ring taken out to make room on the patio for al fresco dining.
Big Oaks Lodge now offers two dining experiences. On weekend days, the Char House is open, offering typical American fare including hot dogs and hamburgers. On weekends, the Char House is filled with bikers enjoying the rustic atmosphere, full bar, and pizza from the Big Oaks’ newest and most impressive dining addition. The Lodge serves as the second location to Cavi, the Italian restaurant located on Lyons in Newhall. But this Cavi is even more determined to create an enjoyable dining experience, with a different menu, ingredients imported from Italy, and chefs who have learned to make Naples-style 12-inch pizzas from an authentic Italian chef. The dining room opens at 5:30 p.m. Wednesday through Sunday.
Other than the Lodge’s restaurants, Big Oaks serves as a meeting place for locals and commuters as it is twenty minutes from Palmdale and twenty minutes from Valencia.
On any given Sunday, don’t miss the impressive lineup of motorcycles in front of the Lodge as well as totally full in the adjacent parking lot.
When the Buckweed fire ravaged through the Angeles National Forest, a meeting ground, historical landmark and two restaurants, along with the cabins near the Lodge, were at stake. Luckily, Big Oaks Lodge was saved and is safely intact as it continues to uphold its tradition.
The current owners of the Big Oaks Lodge, Mike Milligan and Tony Viscito, plan to expand its exposure through a memorable dining experience, special events and catering services.
And in terms of exposure, the Lodge has already achieved its own claim to fame with appearances in several movies, television series, and commercials including Terminator 3 - Rise of the Machines, Highway to Heaven, 90210, AT&T and Vonage.
The Big Oaks Lodge is a Santa Clarita landmark tracing the social developments of the 20th century, and is now catering to the palates of a diverse Santa Clarita population in the beautiful setting of Angeles National Forest. It’s a getaway that isn’t really so far away.
For more information, visit http://www.cavibigoaks.com.
Photos by Kathy Cleversley
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The original article can be found here:

http://www.scvelitemagazine.com/index.p ... emid=&ed=1

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 26 Oct 2008, 23:28
by Randyman
Rick Farris wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Randy, Rick,

Did you guys ever go to the Big Oaks Lodge, when fighters used to train there? its on Bouquet Canyon Rd. Santa Clarita, there was at one time some big name fighters training there, maybe even Jerry and Mike Quarry.

Frank, I didn't discover that place until the 80's, when we used it as a film location for a "Highway To Heaven" TV episode. It wasn't much when I saw it. A small, rotting ring out back, a heavy bag hanging from a tree. And a little bar inside the Lodge. A blond-haired former heavyweight managed the place, didn't bother to get his name, but I'd seen him somewhere, at some time. I believe it was Hap Navarro who told us the camp was once run by Baron Von Stumme, who had long sought a heavyweight contender/champ. Was that once Willie Orner's camp? I think Orner's was elsewhere?

-Rick
Frank, my father used to me take all over the place back in the day. It's possible that I was there but I have no memory of it.