Just one really proper one.
Twenty mates went up to a small beachside community out of wellington called castlepoint for a stag do. That night we were down on the beach and ran into these locals - about 30 who were having a 21st.
Needless to say that didnt like townies and followed us back to the place we had rented.
When we go to the driveway one mate drew a line in the gravel and said we werent going any further back than that in fear that they would attack the cars, and announced that if they crossed the line all hell would break loose.
One of them went across the line after the guy whose stag do it was. Another mate floored him, then both groups got stuck into each other.
We had a couple of units amongst our ranks who really dealt to couple of them. It was carnage, the ground was littered with a number of them who had been on the receiving end of some mighty hits. Some poor smuck got his nose split open, 3 others had to be helped back to their 21st.
Was certainly nothing to be proud of but we got backed into a corner and had given them plenty of opportunities to leave us alone.