From: gorillalover_99@yahoo.com
Bowen at the bar 


Heard about this one from my uncle. Around the time Bowen moved in my uncle Jack 
owned a bar in the town where I lived. Uncle Jack was a big man too and enjoyed 
a rep as the strongest man around. He stood about 5'10 and weighed in at a rock 
solid 245. My uncle was behind the bar when Bowen walked in. HE sat at the bar 
and ordered a drink. 
Off to the one side was a pool room. That night a biker had come in and was 
running the table defeating anyone who played despite being drunk. A big man, 
the biker had intimidated those he had played. When Bowen decided to play a game 
there would be none of that!
Bowen it seems had played some pool in his time and defeated the man. 
This led to a second game and the biker continued to drink heavily. 
After losing the second game he got angry and accused Bowen of cheating. He 
offered no particulars on how Bowen could have cheated. 
He just got loud and made the accusation. Bowen calmly told the man to watch his 
mouth and mot make that accusation against him. The bar had come to a stop and 
it was obvious the biker had been made to back down by the massive newcomer. 
Seeing this the biker decided to fight. 
A terrible mistake on his part. He grabbed the cue ball and hurled it at Bowen 
who reached up with a hairy bear paw and caught the ball out of the air. The bar 
was silent and watched as Bowen wrapped his paw around the cue ball and 
squeezed. The sounds of clicks and pops filled the air as Bowen crushed the cue 
ball to powder letting the dust fall from his beefy hand to the floor. The 
Biker, eyes as wide as saucers, grabbed a pool cue and swing it wildly at Bowen 
who was calmly walking towards him. Bowen made no move to stop the stick. It hit 
him across his right shoulder and broke into several pieces on contact. 
The biker was backing up now scrambling wildly and stumbling as he desperately 
tried to get out of the way. Bowen caught him at the door seizing him by the 
back of his neck. The biker was screaming "NOOOO" as Bowen turned him around 
backhanding him across the chops. Blood and snot flew in spray mixed with 
spittle and teeth as the bikers head snapped violently to one side accompanied 
by a sound like a thunder crack. As the bikers legs buckled Bowen caught him by 
the throat in a beefy hairy left hand. The bikers feet dangled inches off the 
floor as Bowen held him with a single hand. A choking gasp burst from the biker 
and then he went silent as Bowen had cut off his air. 
My uncle seeing this jumped over the bar and tried to get Bowen to release the 
man form a death grip. "Put him down buddy you are killing him" he yelled. My 
uncle grabbed hold of the thick wrist of Bowen's hand trying to tear away that 
crushing hand. It was no use. 
Next the tried to jump on Bowen's back and circled a thick right arm around 
Bowen's throat to break the hold. He later described it as trying to strangle a 
statue! Bowen grabbed my uncle's thick forearm in his right hand effortlessly 
breaking my uncle's grip. "I'm not killing him " he said, "only scaring him" 
Bowen added. Uncle Jack winced as he felt his powerful right arm rendered 
useless in an instant by this massive gorilla he struggled with. HE mercifully 
released both the biker and my uncle. The biker slumped to the ground frothing 
at the mouth desperately sucking air in through his bruised throat. "Speak to me 
like that again and I will tear your head off your shoulders you understand? 
Bowen asked. The biker nodded through a fit of choking and hacking and wheezing. 
"Now get out of here before I change my mind" HE added sending the biker 
stumbling out into the night clutching and grabbing at his own neck. "That’s 
quite a grip you got there buddy" HE said to my uncle. "You must lift weights or 
work out somehow. I'm new around here and could use a good lifting partner , you 
interested?". Uncle Jack , now clearly the second strongest man around, accepted 
and a fast friendship started that night.