I try to avoid places where people indulge in personal combat. However, in my youth, I crossed the Tennessee line many times to visit Johnnies, among others. Some of those places checked you for guns and knives -- then offered loaners if you didn't have any. The most ferocious fights I saw were when two women went at each other. Usually, the guys viewed them for a few minutes. Then, when things go serious, the guys would wrap an arm around their girlfriend's waist and walk out carrying them.