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1  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / East Coast Krabi-Krabong Camp June 27 & 28 on: April 13, 2009, 08:24:50 AM
<Posted with permission of Guro Crafty>
East Coast Krabi-Krabong Camp
with Ajarn Steve Wilson (aka; Chalambok)
We will be hosting Ajarn Wilson in East Greenwich, Rhode Island to hold a Krabi-Krabong camp on June 27th & 28th.
(For those of you not familiar with Krabi Krabong, it's the Thai weapons system that Muay Thai descended from.)

This will be a rare opportunity for those of you on the East coast:
2 Days of quality instruction with Ajarn Steve Wilson
Learn authentic Krabi-Krabong from the leader of Buddhai Swan Krabi
Krabong lineage in North America.
Master Wilson is a rare individual. Trained at the prestigious
Buddhai Swan School of Sword Fighting in Thailand, he is the highest ranked
practitioner in North America. He is an excellent and patient teacher
and he is an outstanding source of Knowledge. I count myself as Extremely fortunate to have studied privately with him.
The camp will be held at the Battleground Training Center,
461 Main Street, East Greenwich, Rhode Island. 02818
Fee: $150 for both days, $80 for one day of training.
Time: Planning 9:00 - 4:00 both days.

We have a large gym, but due to the nature of some of the drills, we will be covering a lot of ground. With that in mind,
we will need to keep attendance to about 20 participants so please contact me to reserve a spot as soon as you can if
you're planning to attend.
Everyone is welcome. This is a great introductory seminar or if you
are an advanced practitioner it is a great opportunity to work with
one of the best in the art.
Email: william at mongrelcombativearts dot com
2  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Quotes, quips, and sayings on: February 13, 2009, 05:35:46 AM
(When asked why I train weapons)

I would rather know it and not need it,

Then need it and not know it.

                    -(As far as I know...) Me.

Variation on carry....

I would rather have it and not need it,

Then need it and not have it.

I also like what Burton wrote....

Don't be a spectator, experience life. Live your life to the fullest, go where you want to go, do what you want to do, and, most importantly, do whatever it takes to become the person you want to be.

-Burton Richardson

3  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: KALI TUDO (tm) Article on: February 13, 2009, 05:25:09 AM

I’m looking forward to checking these out…especially the KT clinch material. I’ve been training Thai & FMA for a while now and I find that they blend together very well. I especially like the FMA footwork/angling/open hand to get into the clinch. Then using a combination of the two striking, flowing, locking, unbalancing, and throwing. Also used in conjunction with hip/body torqueing and close range PT side stepping to unbalance the opponents structure and deliver blows  and/or counters.

Fun stuff……I think I’m drooling a little.  grin wink

4  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Street Weapons on: February 10, 2009, 09:28:54 AM

Cool. Thanks for the links.

5  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: DBMA Kali Tudo (tm): The Running Dog Game on: February 06, 2009, 08:03:06 AM
Are you saying that is what is up on their site now?!?  URL please!!!

That was just a toungue in cheek comment by me. But Kali-Tudo is still listed in the "Style" section.

6  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Music - The Music Genome Project on: February 06, 2009, 07:43:47 AM
Recently was I turned onto Pandora Internet Radio by a friend and I find I’m really enjoying listening and discovering new music. I like the way you can pick an artist and it will play them as well as pull up music that is structured in a similar format or range. It’s based on what they call the “Music Genome project”. It hadn’t occurred to me to Try out Brent Lewis since I already have a number of his discs loaded onto my iTunes. I’m going to try that next to see what it comes up with.


The Music Genome Project®
On January 6, 2000 a group of musicians and music-loving technologists came together with the idea of creating the most comprehensive analysis of music ever.
Together we set out to capture the essence of music at the most fundamental level. We ended up assembling literally hundreds of musical attributes or "genes" into a very large Music Genome. Taken together these genes capture the unique and magical musical identity of a song - everything from melody, harmony and rhythm, to instrumentation, orchestration, arrangement, lyrics, and of course the rich world of singing and vocal harmony. It's not about what a band looks like, or what genre they supposedly belong to, or about who buys their records - it's about what each individual song sounds like.
Since we started back in 2000, we've carefully listened to the songs of tens of thousands of different artists - ranging from popular to obscure - and analyzed the musical qualities of each song one attribute at a time. This work continues each and every day as we endeavor to include all the great new stuff coming out of studios, clubs and garages around the world.
It has been quite an adventure, you could say a little crazy - but now that we've created this extraordinary collection of music analysis, we think we can help be your guide as you explore your favorite parts of the music universe.
We hope you enjoy the journey.
Tim Westergren
The Music Genome Project
7  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: DBMA Kali Tudo (tm): The Running Dog Game on: February 06, 2009, 04:22:37 AM

Kali-Tudo - This system was originally created in Indonesia and south eastern Asia. Kali-Tudo was first brought to America by Dog Brothers martial arts,

Ah yes, I remember reading about it in one of Donn Draeger's Books. rolleyes

8  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Street Weapons on: February 05, 2009, 03:09:13 PM
One of my previous instructors also taught Silat and worked the Sarong with us on a number of occasions. It could be deceptively effective and actually a lot of fun to long as your the one working the techniques. evil I liked it but at the time treated it more like something good to know but not likely to use.

Here in the frigid New England winter it's much more likely to be useable if you're wearing a good scarf. That's why I still play with it. Just make sure it's a tight knit one where the fabric isn't very stretchy (Did I just use the word "stretchy"?).

9  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Street Weapons on: February 05, 2009, 08:14:11 AM

One of my students (LEO) recently sent me a copy of "For Your Safety: The Updated Book of Concealed or Unusual Weapons". It includes a lot of unusual weapons, many that probably wouldn't pop up on most peoples radar. Cycling is one of the tools I use for training so this one popped out to me. It probably wouldn't occur to most civillians or LEO's that the seat tube of a bike is concealing a dangerous weapon. With a quick release seat collar this thing could be brought out in a flash...cumbersome, but dangerous.


This "Bike Seat Dagger" was discovered by an officer
on the New Haven, Connecticut PD after a
suspected gangbanger abandoned his bicycle and fled
during a street stop. The "dagger" consists of a 10-inch piece of solid steel,
machined down to a spear-like point and then welded to
the end of the bicycle seat post. It is easily concealed
when the seat post is clamped in place in the bike's
vertical seat-post tube.

PS: Sorry, system won't let me up-load the pictures.

PPS: Sorry CD, I had done a search on "Improvised weapons" and came up emty so I started the thread.
10  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Politics & Religion / Re: Piracy on: February 04, 2009, 11:12:46 AM
An informative read...

Dangerous Waters is  very interesting and eye opening read. My wife works in the Marine Cargo Insurance industry so this is required reading for her. I read it just because it's very interesting. Modern day piracy is back in the news recently but this has been going on for a long time, especially through the 550 mile Strait of Malacca in SE Asia.


Dangerous Waters; Modern Piracy And Terror On The High Seas.
By John S. Burnett


While sailing alone one night in the shipping lanes across one of the busiest waterways in the world, John Burnett was attacked by pirates. Through sheer ingenuity and a little bit of luck, he survived, and his shocking firsthand experience became the inspiration for Dangerous Waters.
Today’s breed of pirates are not the colorful cutthroats painted by the history books.
Unlike the romantic images from yesteryear of Captain Kidd and Blackbeard, they can be local seamen looking for a quick score,    
highly-trained guerillas, rogue military units, or former seafarers recruited by sophisticated crime organizations. Armed with machetes, assault rifles and grenade launchers, they steal out in speedboats and fishing boats in search of supertankers, cargo ships, passenger ferries, cruise ships, and yachts, attacking them at port, on the open seas, in international waters. Off the coasts of SOMALIA, NIGERIA, in SOUTHEAST ASIA, entire ships are hijacked and cargo and crews simply vanish.
Dangerous Waters, considered the definitive work on modern piracy, also reveals the connection between piracy and terrorism post 9/11. It currently serves as a resource for government agencies, the maritime industry, ship owners and insurers, security consultants and the media.


Prologue: The Attack
The young Indonesian poked me in the stomach with the barrel of his assault rifle. His eyes, cold and hard, challenged me to resist.
I was at the edge of doing something stupid.
I had been sailing alone across the South China Sea to Singapore in January 1992 aboard my little sloop Unicorn. While not a large boat—only thirty-two feet long—it is stout enough for ocean passages and comfortable enough to call home. Setting off single-handed was not recommended; Indonesian harbor officials in Borneo on the other side had warned me that an oil tanker steaming through the same area had been attacked by pirates the night before.
Piracy was not a threat I took very seriously; I was more concerned with the difficult navigation through the reefs, dodging the heavy ship traffic, and getting enough catnaps during the three-day passage. Piracy was something I associated with Long John Silver, Captain Hook and Hollywood, a childhood game to be played over the mounds of dirt dueling with cutlasses torn from a picket fence. How could pirates climb the sheer steel wall of the hull of a big ship, I wondered?
I was approaching one of the busiest waterways in the world, shipping lanes that linked Europe to the Pacific, the Persian Gulf to Japan and China; it is a highway for 600 commercial ships a day. It is also, I was to discover, prime hunting ground for pirates.
It was my second night out from Borneo and the atmosphere was heavy and airless. Lightning flashed off the port side from a thunderstorm over Sumatra. The reassuring loom of the Singapore City lights hovered faintly on the horizon in front of me to the west. Even without the benefit of wind, without the use of the sails, and puttering along with the small auxiliary engine, landfall, I estimated, should be early afternoon. And, four or five hours after that I’d be sitting at the bar of the Changi Yacht Club knocking back a cold medicinal ale. Then sleep. Priorities.
The merchant vessels that chugged through the shipping lanes could not see the Unicorn and its limp mainsail and it was up to me to avoid them. One large container ship, its decks flooded in bright light and lit up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve, paralleled my course to starboard; fire hoses shot water out into the darkness. I watched her gradually change course, then turn sharply to port and in disbelief I realized it was heading straight for me. A ship bearing down at 18 knots — there was not a lot I could do. The bastard was trying to run me over! I threw the tiller hard over, increased speed to a smoky six knots; I was being chased out of the shipping lanes. I looked back and up at the towering clutter of bright lights that was about to swallow me whole. Then it dawned on me that the captain was assuming the small blip on his radar screen was a pirate boat. The ship finally returned to its original East-West course and I throttled down and slumped back, exhausted and shaking. He had run me out of the shipping lanes where he couldn’t go, apparently satisfied he had scared the daylights out of a bunch of pirates. The Unicorn hobby-horsed up and down on the ship’s wake, corkscrewed and twisted out of control. The boom swung wildly from side to side and the engine’s small propeller cavitated uselessly in the air as the stern lifted out of the water.
The sea is a lonely place at the best of times but this was one of those moments when I realized how totally alone I could be. Even the sensation of being so isolated in the middle of an ocean with no one around for a thousand miles cannot compare to this night in the shipping lanes.
Dead tired, I was getting confused. Bright halogen lights decked the passing ships from stem to stern as part of their anti-piracy defenses. With their regulation navigation lights obliterated, I had no way of knowing what they were doing, whether they were coming or going and at what angle.
I steered the Unicorn back to the inside edge of the traffic lanes — keeping outboard of the line of ships. The waters outside the channel were nearly as dangerous; unmarked reefs, unlit fishing boats, floats and nets formed as much of a gauntlet as the merchant ships inside. Still, I felt safer.
Somebody was smoking nearby. Once at night off the Sri Lanka coast, I smelled cigarette smoke; a few minutes later I had to throw the tiller hard over to avoid an unlit fishing boat pulling up its nets. Only at the last moment did I spot with my binoculars the glow of a cigarette hanging from the mouth of a fishermen. There was no doubt this night — someone close was having a smoke — a Gudang Garam, the sweet clove-scented cigarette so popular in Indonesia. Senses heightened, I tried to sort through the throaty vibrations of passing ships and strained to detect the shadows of a fishing boat that I was convinced I was about to hit.
Admitting to my own building fears, I went below to switch on the VHF radio. Just in case. The radio had seemed useless. The frequencies were either jammed with shrill whistles, a favorite Asian calling technique, or the night-time taunts between Filipino, Malaysian and Indonesian fishermen, anonymously calling each other: "Hey, monkey — you Indonesian monkey." "Hey, you Philippine pig — you eat your mothers shit, YOU big monkey." Tonight the radio was controlled by someone who kept the microphone keyed open next to an AM radio playing some twangy Chinese tune. A ship calling a distress or trying to get through to another would be blocked unless it had a more powerful signal. I certainly did not.
A sudden jolt threw me off balance. My first thought was that I had hit an uncharted reef or a partially submerged container that had fallen off a cargo ship.
I gripped the handrail, heart beating in my throat. Vibrations rattled the hull — another vessel, powered by a large engine, had come alongside my boat. I felt the thump as someone. Then a second jumped onto the deck. Hushed but excited voices from above sent a wave of acid horror into my gut. I froze. The sudden unexpected sound of people when you’ve been alone for days is terrifying. Somebody is on my boat!
I couldn’t run, I couldn’t hide. I felt the panic of a trapped animal. The voices were getting more agitated as the intruders stumbled around on the rolling deck. By God, I’ll throw these guys off! I pulled my Indonesian machete out of its scabbard and turned to run topsides.
But this was pirate country and I had been warned. I had to calm myself and think. I replaced the knife in its sheath. I would fight only as a last resort; my life was more important than the toys on board. I would give them anything they wanted — except the Unicorn itself. On wobbly legs and scared to death, I pulled myself up the companionway steps.
A military-style patrol boat about the length of the Unicorn had tied up to me. Low-slung and ghostly, the boat was only a colorless silhouette — except amidships where the orange glow of a cigarette briefly illuminated a dark face. Two shadowy figures shrouded in terrifying silence stood opposite, pointing rifles at me. The decision not to resist was the right one. It was probably better they had guns; had they been unarmed, I might have made a mistake.
I had worked in Jakarta and had a basic knowledge of Bahasa Indonesia; I had liked those with whom I had worked and found the people generally a courteous lot. "Salamat Datang!" I welcomed them. My quavering voice belied my fear. I couldn’t fight, I couldn’t argue, I could only try to be polite, a trait that Indonesians find indispensable. It was said in Jakarta that if you were robbed in your home, the thief will apologize before killing you.
Over their shoulders I could see a third, smaller figure attempting, clumsily, to get onto my boat. Holding my breath, I walked past the guns and offered him a hand. He was just a boy, barely in his teens. He glowered and waved a long knife in my face. He didn’t need any help. Then he seemed to relax.
"Terimah kasih, Pak," the boy thanked me as if he remembered his manners.
There was plenty of light from the passing ships to seaward, enough to reveal their features. One gunman was, in Indonesian terms, an old man—about forty—with sprigs of chin hair, a permanent frown, and a pinched lupine face. He wore the camouflaged uniform of the TNI, the Indonesian military. The other was a bare-chested teenager with a thin black mustache whose sullen eyes darted nervously and enviously over my boat. He was dressed only in military trousers. The patrol boat and their semimilitary attire and their modern guns gave me an instant of hope. Maybe they were police officers or customs officials, just checking my papers. However, these were international waters. And it was the middle of the night. And they wore rolled-up ski masks.
And none of them wore shoes. The toes of their dark brown feet were splayed, their leathery heels cracked. I suddenly recalled that Joshua Slocum, the first person to sail alone around the world almost exactly a hundred years ago, had spread carpet nails on the deck at night as his antipiracy weapon. It worked near Cape Horn; his pirates jumped back into the water howling and screaming after meeting the commercial end of the tacks. It was too late for me to dust the decks with nails.
I tried to refocus; why the hell would they be on my little boat, pointing guns at me? I just could not accept it—while my fear was extreme, the situation seemed at the same time ludicrous. I liked Indonesians. I thought I knew them. I had been up before a more frightening situation during an anti-American protest in Jakarta during the Gulf War and I had managed to get out of that. One-on-one with an Indonesian always seemed to work; I had found myself in the middle of rioting students in Tanjung Priok dock area who were burning the effigy of Bush Senior; someone in the mob made me as a likely American and began shouting and pointing at me. I turned to an older man next to me dressed in a white robe and asked for his help. Surprised and pleased that I should ask, he led me out and away to safety.
A large tanker passed about a half mile abeam, its fully illuminated deck casting an eerie glow upon us. It was so close! There was no way to signal it, no way to call for help. I watched in frustration as the ship steamed past, its water cannon blasting into the night.
We stood facing each other. No one had ever pointed a loaded gun at me before and staring into the barrels, I became weak with fear. I knew I had to maintain some control. The older boy massaged the trigger with his forefinger. He jabbed the barrel of his rifle into my ribs, silently egging, taunting, challenging. His deep-set eyes, like black glass marbles, drilled into mine with inexplicable anger. I stood before him with my teeth clenched, unflinching, staring into those depthless sockets. He poked my gut, then jabbed harder, testing the tenderness of the meat. Emboldened, he jabbed again as if the barrel of his gun were a bayonet. The hard metal felt like a dull knife. Relaxing my stomach muscles lessened the pain. I was so close; bloody hell, one little push and he’d be overboard. I was about to do something really stupid. The older man’s squeaky voice cut like a razor. "Money! You MONEY!" he said in agitated jerks of English.
"Money. Yeah, sure. Money," I think I managed. As I turned, the surly youth slammed the butt of his rifle against the back of my head. I lurched forward, falling against the wire shrouds of the mast, then slipped to my knees. He yanked me up by my hair and kicked me ahead of him toward the cabin stairs.
The three men stood awkwardly in the narrow cabin below, their assault rifles too large to point. Through tears of pain I watched the old man’s eyes scan my sea-going home. The Unicorn had none of the toys found on most blue-water yachts. It had no radar, no sophisticated radios, no televisions, no weather fax machines, no satellite navigating system, not even any refrigeration (I had learned to enjoy bilge-warm beer), only shelves of some treasured books, a mahogany box for an old sextant, and a rack for binoculars. There wasn’t much to steal.
Still dazed, I nodded for them to sit. I reached for the thermos of old coffee that I had made hours earlier and with shaky hands splashed it into some mugs and slid them across the table. There was a sickening crunch as the Unicorn and the pirate vessel banged against each other in the wake from a passing ship. The damage to my hull would be considerable. The sullen youth, whose eyes never left mine, watched me cringe at the sound of the two boats smashing against each other; his face brightened with a thin, cruel smile.
"Kopi susu," I muttered. I nodded toward an open tin of Nestlé sweet cream. The youngest boy placed his knife in his lap, stirred in the cream with his forefinger, and slurped his cup noisily.
The old man barked something and the youngster, looking a little sheepish, hastily put down his coffee. I noticed then the similarity between the two boys. I poured myself a cup, opened a drawer, and pulled out a photo of my two sons taken years before: I was cutting a birthday cake and my face was plastered in chocolate icing; my three-year-old hung around my neck, his fingers thick with goo, and my five-year-old was doubled over laughing in the background. In passable Indonesian I told the old man they were my kids and asked him if these were his boys. The old man, who up to this point had no real face at all, broke into a crooked grin, straightened himself proudly, and said they were indeed and that he had two more sons back in Sumatra. He picked up a cup and sipped. I pushed the other two cups toward his sons; the youngest looked at his father for permission. The other pointedly ignored the coffee and kept his eyes pinned on mine; his challenging arrogance continued to test me. The old man and I spoke in stilted Indonesian about his village, somewhere on a nearby island, and my town and his admiration for America, until impatient shouts from the boat outside reminded the old man what they had come for.
There was a tense silence. The old man stared into his cup; he pulled nervously at his chin hairs. He raised his eyes and again looked over the cabin. I leaned over and pulled out my binoculars from the rack and handed them over. He slipped the strap around his neck without acknowledgement. I watched his eldest son scan the cabin, looking for his own booty. His eyes settled on an open carton of Marlboros atop a row of books. I had kept the cigarettes to exchange for fish from passing fishermen in their dugouts.
"Rokok tidak bagus," I tried to joke, mimicking a current Indonesian anti-smoking slogan; I realized at once that I sounded like a patronizing smartass. I reached overhead and handed the carton to the humorless youth.
The old man rose. In the Islamic tradition of respect he shook my hand, then tapped his chest lightly; he turned and ascended the companionway steps in silence, followed by his sons. As the pirate boat motored off into the darkness to perhaps more lucrative prey, the angry tones of a loud and rancorous discussion drifted across the water. I imagined they were catching hell for not returning with better loot.
I went to the side, held my throbbing head between my hands to keep it from exploding, leaned over, and retched.
At the immigration office in Singapore the next day, officials told me that an oil tanker had been pirated only a few miles from where I'd had my encounter. The ship had been hijacked and had vanished.
11  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Daily Expression of Gratitude on: February 04, 2009, 10:02:24 AM
Well, after living my life up until last year with no real worries, physically and mentally, I came very close to dieing when my appendix unexpectedly ruptured. After a long recovery and a couple of setbacks I'm finally getting back to fighting shape. With that being said....

I'm grateful every morning when I wake up to spend another day with my family whom I dearly love.

Live each and every day.

Best regards,
12  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: KT2 Pre-Order now! on: February 04, 2009, 08:58:29 AM
Nice! Thanks for the heads up.

13  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Awesome!!! on: July 15, 2003, 10:30:20 PM
That sums up Grand Tuhon Leo Gaje's and Maginoo-Mandala Tim Waid's
gathering in Rhode Island. We had many well respected martial artists from New England and other states come to participate and share in the experience. Everyone was blown away by Tuhons in-depth knowledge and his willingness to share the no-nonsense combative structures of Pekiti-Tirsia Kali with us. We are already planning the next gathering of Pekiti-Tirsia in New England with Grand Tuhon Gaje and Mandala Tim Waid. In conjunction with fellow Pekiti Pitbulls, we will make this an annual grand tour.

Thank you to all who came and shared in the experience. It was the first....the first of many more to come.

Pekiti-Tirsia is alive and on the move in New England!!!

William Schultz
New England Pekiti-Tirsia Pitbulls
14  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Benefits struggle for Filipino Vets on: July 07, 2003, 10:25:55 PM
On a slightly tangential note, I would recommend the book Ghost Soldiers by Hampton Sides.

I wholeheartedly second that. I picked up a copy when I was stuck in Minnesota immediately after 9/11. Once I started, I couldn't put it down.

Unfortunately I lent it out and have yet to get it back. angry  evil

15  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / "Energy" drills and real contact stick fighting on: June 20, 2003, 07:53:05 AM
Though I agree with alot of the so called alive or "functional training", it's not a new concept. They have just been good at getting it out to a wide audience. The Dog Brothers were not the first to fight full contact with minimal gear, but they have done a great job of showing the benefits to a wider audience and turn around alot of peoples ideas on training.

You hear alot of yaking about drills being no good these days, but I disagree. They have their place. They are good for teaching flow, footwork, offensive and counter-offensive mechanics. The problem arises when people get stuck in the drills and don't try it out in real time. Then false assumptions about combat effectivness are born. You have to get out there and see if you can make it work. it is you feedback for the drills and training you have been doing. Even if it's only on an occasional basis, at least you get a taste of reality to work from. A tool box full is tools is fine but if you don't know how to use them for real, you can't fix anything. Drills help you develop the tools, sparring/fighting shows you how to use them.

16  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / A reminder... on: June 13, 2003, 12:01:39 PM
Just a reminder for the upcoming Pekiti-Tirsia Kali Seminar featureing Grand Tuhon Leo Gaje in Rhode Island on July 12th & 13th. Space is filling up so get your self registered if you plan to attend.

Hope to see some of you there,

17  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / any ever train in fencing? on: June 05, 2003, 04:13:50 PM

I'd like to know more about your fencing experiences, as well as your opinions concerning the sport. I, too, train in FMA, and so I think it would be interesting to compare notes.

Well, I have no formal training in fencing, so I don't really have any too many comments about the sport itself. Only that from what I've seen, a lot of it has become pretty unrealistic from a combative stand point.
We got into the fencing through one of our members who had some formal fencing training. We approached it from an FMA combative mindset. While playing it from a realistic stand point, we soon discovered that it was great for developing timing, footwork, blade awareness/tracking, and offensive/counter-offensive reflexes (plus it's just a heck of a lot of fun). All targets are allowed and we move however we like. We like to use the heavier practice Saber and daggers. They don't whip much at all and you can feel it when you take a hit. We started with heavy clothing/jackets and then moved to basically t-shirts and shorts or light pants. This way we knew for sure if we took a hit and adjusted our technique accordingly. We started out with Saber & dagger then branched out to single and double sabers, single and double daggers, and even some saber and shield fighting. We match up weapons and fought miss-matched as well.

When fighting saber & dagger, the importance of the dagger becomes immediately apparent in the ability to deflect and parry incoming attacks. Also from an offensive stand point in attacking parries. Much of the time the defensive parry is nothing more than a flick of the wrist...which saved my ass many a time. Also, an opponent is much less likely to try and crash in when you have a dagger waiting in your rear hand.

Footwork is always very important. The speed of fencing in this manner just drives that point home. Another point is that many times, insanely simple techniques prove to be highly effective. Many times I'll gauge my opponents attack and from a high line, just let my blade fall directly down onto their weapon hand/arm as they advance (and I retreat slightly off-line). Most effective on thrusting attacks but can be effective against slashes with good footwork.

On aggressive attacking opponents, I'm a pretty good on the counter-attack so I don't mind if a person is real aggressive and presses. We had one guy who would immediately attack and just keep pressing, you just use your footwork and let him tire out and get sloppy before you go for him. Many times I'll use feighnts and set-ups to draw people into attacking.

I find that the attributes that are developed through fencing carry over directly to my other training. It's a lot of fun and a darn good aerobic work out. The one thing to keep in mind is to play it realistically. Acknowledge hits and what they would have done if you were using real blades. Train to hit without being hit.

Sorry for the slight rambling but I was in a bit of a hurry.

18  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / New Student Question on: June 02, 2003, 01:27:02 PM
This is a list of equipment that should allow you to train and spar (weapon & open hand) at different intensities. Here it is in no
particular order:

*Head gear: fencing mask, head guard, and heavier helmet--Here is a link to a couple of helmets that I modified for different levels of fighting.
Also, Tripplette makes a very good and affordable fencing mask. A little heavier then the old screen door types that Crafty loves so much, but still very workable.

*Street Hockey gloves (Hockey gloves are ok, but have limited mobility
IMHO). Batting gloves. Lacrosse gear can be utilized as well.

*Boxing gloves 10oz - 16oz., head gear, bags etc...

*Rattan Sticks (I prefer 31"x1"+  but what ever your comfortable with), Staff,
and quarter staff. (I play around with some synthetic ones as well--Acetyl rod).

*Training knives (rattan/aluminum and rubber).Sharkie makes a good plastic trainers. (see Edges2).

*Aluminum long blade/s (Ginunting, Barong, Kampilan,Bolo etc...)

*Eye protection.

*Thai Pads, Focus pads.

*Shin pads (if you like), Belly pad.

*Wrist guards (Lameco Int. makes good ones. I have some leather ones with
large metal staples that sit flush in the leather, kind of looks like diamond
plate, that are made for the paper industry that works well- a lot cheaper

*Elbow and knee pads: Soft & hard shell.

*An R4 Rapier with a Dianamo training Saber Blade, and a D4 Dagger with the
extra strong Blade. We use for Kali Fencing.
Excellent for developing blade awareness footwork and quick
reflexes.  Available from Triplette Competition Arms.

*Krabi-Krabong Swords (real and training) if you are interested in playing
some KK. Some of the KK works in real well into the FMA.
Training blade:
Real blades: Tic & Tac used to sell the real ones but their site has been down the last few times I have been there.

Anyway, this is a some of the equipment I like to carry around.

Guro William
Mongrel Combative Arts
Rhode Island Pekiti-Tirsia Kali Assoc.
19  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Licensing national registration system for martial artists on: May 27, 2003, 06:34:04 PM
Woof Crafty,

I'll keep a copy of that on file. Very good.

I have tried contacting the USPDTA to see if they will provide me with info on how they would propose to structure government licensing and a national registration system for martial artists.

I'll let you know if they get back to me.

20  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Licensing national registration system for martial artists on: May 21, 2003, 04:01:36 PM
I was looking over the United States Police Defensive Tactics Association (USPDTA) web site this morning. A couple of points in their list (see below) of organizational goals caught my eye.

The USDPTA was created in 1979 with the intention of unifying law enforcement officers across the country. We have grown in the ranks of officers and certified police instructors to its present status as the largest training organization of its kind in the United States. USPDTA is currently increasing its efforts to expand across the United States as well as internationally. Our goals include the following:

1) To create a national standard for law enforcement training in defensive tactics.

2) To set national standards for law enforcement instructors.

3) To assist law enforcement agencies in upgrading their departmental training efforts by serving as a resource for improving officer capabilities in responding to threat situations, thus also reducing the potential liabilities which may result from inappropriate actions during a conflict or violent situation.

4) By creating a networking system in which law enforcement officers, organizations, and affiliates can discuss mutual problems, improve training and receive instruction in the latest defensive techniques from around the country.

5) To create a national registration system for martial artists that is backed by a law enforcement organization.

6) To establish government licensing for martial art schools and instructors.

USPDTA will continue to fulfill these goals by increasing the availability of national seminars, clinics, and training courses to be taught at the convenience of the individual law enforcement agencies wishing to upgrade the quality of their services and training.

I certainly would support points 1 - 4. Points 5 & 6 are what caught my eye. Is anyone familiar with their activity in regards to points 5 & 6? How they would propose to structure, and whom would over see such a system?

21  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Grand Tuhon Leo T. Gaje Jr. Seminar in Rhode Island on: May 20, 2003, 12:53:43 PM
I have had a number of requests for airport information, so I'll add it here.

TF Green airport in Providence (actually Warwick) is about 15 minutes from
the seminar location. The most likely alternative is Logan airport in
Boston (about an hour+ drive). Both of the Hotels listed above are within minutes of TF Green & the seminar location.

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