Expug wrote:The reason I know about James , Felton and a few others from the West Coast is because a friend of mine who was in the Marine corps.stationed in San Diego named Tony Fritz had some am. fights and trained with alot of guys from there.
He talked about guys such asDon Chargin, Jackie McCoy etc.
Tony was from Hammond Indiana originally and when he got bak here he had some pro fights.
He didnt do so well, but I think he was fighting in a weight class not suited for him.
Pug
When did your friend train with guys from San Diego and what was his weight? I used to spar with a lot of service heavies. You mentioned he was a Marine. Late 60's is when I used to go down to the Coliseum to work some rounds with those guys. A very good Navy heavyweight by the name of Gary Young was the guy I sparred with the most. He fought a lot at the Coliseum as an amateur. Ask your friend about him.
You also mentioned Felton Marshall. We had a middleweight in San Diego who fought Marshall. He also beat Rudy Robles. That fighter's name: James "The Heat" Kinchen. Here's a funny story.
You know those signs up in the mountains that say"Deer Crossing"? Well they put 'em up for a purpose. Back when I was working for the County driving a spray rig is when I understood the logic for putting them signs where they're at. An old time mountain man character told me deer are very territorial. They eat in the same spot,drink in the same spot,get laid in the same spot,and so forth. They stick to a routine. Well they got these signs in various spots in the mountains because this is where the deer cross the road. Like I said ,those deer never waver from the conventional.
James "The Heat" Kinchen was going strong .He made his home in San Diego and now they had him lined him up with a fight with James Shuler. The winner to fight Hagler. Sayonovich had him training up in the mountains out in East County. San Diego doesn't have real big mountains like the Himalayas,but they're high enough to get snowed on. People from places like Tibet call our mountains "Foothills".
Well Sayonovich has got a training camp in Campo California just on the U.S. side of the border located in these sissy mountains. I had a crew that would go out in the spray truck with me and we'd spray weed killer on the weeds along the sides of the County roads. Well we knew "The Heat" was up there training for his fight with Shuler in those faggot mountains we've got in San Diego and we wanted to see him train. We figured we'd given everybody cancer up there spraying "agent orange" all over the place so instead of spraying,we went playing. I signed the truck out saying we were going out to Jacumba which is in the middle of no where a hundred miles away. Ain't no one will be interested in finding us.
Now Kinchen would leave with his sparring partners from Campo and they'd start runnin' north along Skyline Highway towards the top of Mt. Laguna.(remember it ain't a real genuine mountain,more like a girly mountain). At the top is the fire station where the fighters would workout in this gym they set up inside . We'd usually wait for the fighters to arrive at the fire station after eating a Paul Bunyan breakfast at the Pine Valley Lodge consisting of two dozen eggs made every which way,buckwheat pancakes with quarts of maple syrup,sausages,bacon,homemade cinnamon buns,hash browns,toast,and mugs of hot coffee. After doing our best imitations of government employees we'd steer the rig to the fire station.
Well one morning we had to drop a spray gun off at the Campo Road Station so we had to proceed to the fire station up Skyline Highway. As we're going up the grade we see "The Heat" and his sparring partners runnin' hard and fast up the road. The steam was coming out of their mouths in rythmic puffs. Kinchen is wearing this all red sweat suit and leather gloves. The fighters looked tough. "The Heat"was tuned up like a Ferrarri. Shuler better watch his ass. We drive by the fighters shouting stuff like"Kick Shuler's ass Heat"(Real original stuff). He gives us the smile and a thumbs up. He's OK. Kinchen looks ready. Shuler better watch his ass.
The boys are really churning up the grade ,and I notice they're approaching one of them "Dear Crossing" signs. We're a little ahead of them so I slow the truck down to let them run ahead. Kinchen's out front of the pack. He runs past the sign,but just when the other guys get to the sign this flock of deer explode from the woods and run right through them. There must have been twenty of them Rudolphs. I couldn't see Kinchen's sparring partners. They were in the middle of that swarm. They must have killed them. Their paws were making this clopping sound and dirt was flying off their paws and and on top of all that those bastards stunk!
The animals go off on the other side of the road into the woods again. Standing there in the road are Kinchen's sparring partners like pine trees. They can't move. Their mouths are open and they ain't saying nothin'. Kinchen is up a ways and turns around.
"Why'd you guys stop?"
The sparring partners are still in shock. I stick my head out the cab.
"Ever hear about deers in the headlights? Well these guys just stepped in their shit"
