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Ole woody took many of arse whoopins..

I know about Bart, and Woody sounds like a legend in his own time.

Do any of you remember the guy who ran around Spence Park almost every day? Spring, summer, fall, and winter, this guy was in short running shorts and a ratty shirt. (I'm class of '05) I'd either see him in Spence or in the MSC.

I figured for a long time he was homeless, but then I saw him working on his house. It's on Fairview, almost to Holleman, and it looks like Jimmy Buffett came to College Station. Hammocks all around and an honest to God live bamboo fence that ran around the perimeter.

Anyone know the story on this dude?



There's also Homeless Stevie Ray that I used to see at Sweet Eugene's a lot. He smelled like Corn Nuts.

Thanks, but don't give me too much credit because Woody provided all the material.

The funny thing is that those two stories represent my only encounters with him of any length. Two encounters = two crazy experiences. I can only imagine what went down during the rest of his life, and what may be continuing today.

I haven't seen him in 20 years, easily.

The last time I saw Woody at the Chicken was about 1988. He stumbled in the back door of the Chicken bleeding profusely from the head. He said that somebody had pistol-whipped him in the parking lot.

We called an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital. I never saw him after that. Rumor went around some after that that he had "found religion" and stopped drinking.

He was a character. Always drank Old Milwaukee. We'd cut him off and he'd try to get someone else to buy him a beer. So, with about 20 people in the place, somebody would come up and order "2 Miller Lites and an Old Milwaukee" and we'd know who the Old Milwaukee was for so we wouldn't sell it and have to tell Woody that if He kept trying to get someone else to buy for him after he got cut off that He'd have to leave.

He was always betting on pool and often welched on those bets if he lost. He was pretty good at pool if he had the right amount of alcohol in his system. Too little or too much and he was lousy.

Bart the Jogger may be a dirty old man but he's basically harmless. I hope I can be in that good of shape when I'm that age. Hell, I wish I was in that good of shape now.

I remember the tin foil car guy.

I remember Woody used to wear this old grey cowboy hat, and one time he fell asleep out on the front porch of the Chicken (drunk, undoubtedly). When he woke up somebody had stolen his hat and he was PISSED. He kept goin on about how that weas his stetson that his dad or granddad had given him. That was around 83-84 time frame. Don't know if he ever found the hat or not.


I remember Bart used to wear running shorts with a Texas flag on them, hanging around the Chicken. Never actually talked to the guy, but several female friends said he was a real lech. I always figured the guy was harmless, or he would have been kicked out of there.

This thread brings back many Chicken memories.

How many of you guys who went to the Chicken in the '87 - '89 timeframe got busted for MIP by Don and had to write a letter to Phil Gramm?

hey xiceman33x I worked in the weightroom around the same time. Maybe we are thinking of the same guy. There was this guy with a HUGE beer gut, in his 40's maybe who use to always come in and workout and stare down all the girls. The guy had no shame at all. He would always wear the same workout clothes: white shirt with shorts over his joggin pants and a little hat. I think the staff use to refer to him as "Frank Jr." or something like that. This best part is when he would walk around the rest of the rec with no shirt on at all.



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have to agree with everyone about Bart. I had a lady friend in the Roadrunner's club (97-01), and she said he was a dirty old man that was always making rude passes at her and she always tried to avoid him, he would never leave her alone.

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Old Army Al was there when I was. I remember me and my buddy would always joke about himbeing the oldest fish in the corps, cause he was still waiting for his buddies after all these years. For those of you not in the corps, we had to enter the dorm with some buddies, and if no one was around you would just wait until some buddies showed up. Fun times.
I remember Bart too, I never knew was around for so long before I was there and is still there today. Good Bull!

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I remember a few years ago Bart got in trouble for telling dirty jokes to the girls around campus. There were also accusations of him being a big pervert....

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No lie. I was selling t-shirts one day at rudder with some girls and he came and started telling women jokes. I was laughing.. they werent.

Wow. Doing some Genealogy research and came across some Schoeneman's. This reminded me of Woody so I googled and this 10 yr old thread pops. up.

My grandfather owned a shop in Snook at the time and hired Woody to fix flats in his shop. I would often work with him or my Dad during the summers. I was just an young kid but remember him always greasy and dirty and stuttered with thick glasses. One morning he came into work with nothing but a knife and an onion. He was eating the onion to cover the alcohol on his breath from my Grandfather, so my Dad tells me. Crazy!

Same time period but I swear every Chanello's pizza delivered - whether on or off campus - was delivered by same dude. His name escapes me but I can picture him.

http://www.hercampus.com/school/tamu/campus-celebrity-bart-braden

Ivy League Taylor was an interesting character as a history professor In the 60's and 70's

Holy cow I remember that old man, played a couple games of pool with him back in the mid 80's. When y'all mentioned the pool table by the pisser that's how I remembered him. Always right there. Never really knew the story with that dude. And never saw this thread before today. Man that takes me back.

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For anyone born >1970

Who has seen the guy at P-tars that would sit at the bar and then go into the bathroom and strip naked before making a round in the bar and then leaving??

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My friend was a waitress at Ptar back in the late 90s early 2000s. We got a picture with the old dude. He would only do it when there were just a handful of folks in the bar.

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You guys do know that is John David Crow's nephew, right?

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How is he JDC's nephew? Brothers or sisters kid?

Great stories about Woody. He was a piece of work. I never played pool but I do remember him over at that first table. Funny, the stories about people driving him home from the Chicken. My brother did that once, I remember him saying "Woody place was a dump." I'll need to get more details. Makes you wonder how many times he got a ride home from a basic stranger.

Ok guys. I have an uncle who knows Woody. It's been a while since he's seen him but he thinks Woody is alive and well. He's about 60 years old and somebody passed away and left him some money. Woody occasionally drives to Dime Box from Snook to buy Dr. Pepper. My uncle claims that these Woody stories on Texags are very legit.

My buddies and I used to sit at the tables against the back rail in the Chicken across from where Woody would shoot pool. He could put on some shows. One night he was betting everyone he could balance a chair on the palm of his hand over his head. When he had a crowd, he attempted to do so and fell ass backwards body slamming the floor with the chair falling on top of him. He staggered up, took off his cowboy hat and bowed as if that was the plan all along. Best part was he tried to collect on the bets claiming he won.

We always heard rumors that Woody had come into money, one rumor was he hit a small lottery and another that he hit a slot jackpot in Bossier City. I guess when you are talking about a legend of the Chicken, those fit the narrative better than a simple inheritance.

What was the name of the African American truck driver who would park his rig behind the bird back in the late-90s? He was constantly on the prowl for someone to take back to his truck for a quick trip to delightville. He was a cool dude.

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What was the name of the African American truck driver who would park his rig behind the bird back in the late-90s? He was constantly on the prowl for someone to take back to his truck for a quick trip to delightville. He was a cool dude.

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Clarence, I think? That dude was awesome to drink with, always had a hell of a good story and never saw him not smiling and having a good time.

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I remember the tin foil car guy.

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I remember these cats, assuming it is the same ones we are talking about. Had wooden swords covered in foil as well that they stuck in their belts. Wore some funny hats too.

I worked at Furrow's for a few years - one night I left my wallet in my locker in the yard and had to sneak through the fence to go back to get it so i could hit NG up later that night. There was a parking lot behind the lumberyard - I pulled in about 9 at night and the tin foil hat guys were there sitting outside their car drinking beer. Strange as hell, those guys were.

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Twelfthman99 said:

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What was the name of the African American truck driver who would park his rig behind the bird back in the late-90s? He was constantly on the prowl for someone to take back to his truck for a quick trip to delightville. He was a cool dude.

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Clarence, I think? That dude was awesome to drink with, always had a hell of a good story and never saw him not smiling and having a good time.

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That sounds right... Dude was fun...

I was at the chicken one night in either 86 or 87. An old guy got stabbed in the stomach with something. I think a broken beer bottle. Was this woody? Does anyone else remember this? Cops and paramedics both responded.

I asked my Dad about Woody this past weekend. Several years ago Woody hit a 3 Million dollar jackpot on a slot machine at a Lake Charles Casino. The legend lives on!

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Wow. Doing some Genealogy research and came across some Schoeneman's. This reminded me of Woody so I googled and this 10 yr old thread pops. up.

My grandfather owned a shop in Snook at the time and hired Woody to fix flats in his shop. I would often work with him or my Dad during the summers. I was just an young kid but remember him always greasy and dirty and stuttered with thick glasses. One morning he came into work with nothing but a knife and an onion. He was eating the onion to cover the alcohol on his breath from my Grandfather, so my Dad tells me. Crazy!

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Is / was your grandfather Mr. Kovar?

Someone else mentioned he heard Woody's house was a dump. Well, depending on which house he lived in / how you perceive things. The one I took him to the night he asked for a ride was your typical old-timey wooden farm house. It was old and needed paint, but it wasn't trashy....everything was orderly and clean. The yard / pasture / fields were kept in good shape. It reminded me a frugal German farmer's house, a guy who worked hard and pinched a penny until it screamed, meaning it could use a coat of paint but it wasn't junk, just old. This was his parents' house, I know his mom worked hard, she was at Sbisa early every day. His dad was the older man who sat in the barbers' chair in the corner of the Chicken next to the men's room and watched Woody play pool. Looked like a farmer with tan, leathery hands. I think Woody was missing a few things upstairs and that may be why he acted weird and his dad let him play pool instead of working his butt off.

Yes sir. He owned the Blacksmith shop in Snook

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I remember the tin foil car guy.

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I remember these cats, assuming it is the same ones we are talking about. Had wooden swords covered in foil as well that they stuck in their belts. Wore some funny hats too.

I worked at Furrow's for a few years - one night I left my wallet in my locker in the yard and had to sneak through the fence to go back to get it so i could hit NG up later that night. There was a parking lot behind the lumberyard - I pulled in about 9 at night and the tin foil hat guys were there sitting outside their car drinking beer. Strange as hell, those guys were.

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I also worked at Furrow during the mid to late 90's (94-98). Many a night we closed down the store and either drank in the parking lot or closed down the Chicken....

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Yes sir. He owned the Blacksmith shop in Snook

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I thought so, I visited his shop a few times with my uncle who ran cattle outside of Snook. Mr. Kovar was a legend, he could do just about anything.

One time we took a shredder to Mr. Kovar to get some repairs and welding done to it. A younger guy was running the shop (maybe his son, I dunno) and my uncle asked where Mr. Kovar (who I think may have been in his 70s or 80s by this time) was, and the reply was "he's tearing down a barn with his crow bar". I remember thinking "Well, that's why he's lived so long, everyone who sits around on their ass at that age is dead".

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I was at the chicken one night in either 86 or 87. An old guy got stabbed in the stomach with something. I think a broken beer bottle. Was this woody? Does anyone else remember this? Cops and paramedics both responded.

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I was a manager at the Chicken during this time and don't remember a stabbing, but I do remember Woody coming in bleeding profusely from his head and saying someone pistol-whipped him in the parking lot.