Tiny Yeaman was born down south somewhere, nobody knows for sure not even Tiny. Since Tiny is a bear of a man he can be from where ever he wants to be from.Tiny grew up fast and hard and tough, he saved his money and became an entrepreneur. He was founder and owner of the Lynch tree saloon.He was also the bar keep and bouncer. Now Tiny was a fair man but he had one particular pet peeve he did not like anyone saying to him, hey hows the weather up there, that was a good way for a careless drunk to get a good whomping. The Lynch tree was a rough and tumble place full of loud rambunctious men. One day a rather nasty member of the infamous Blackheart gang, five foot two inch Jerimiah (Wildman) Wysnewski came in and started raising a rukus. Now Tiny did not mind a man feeling his oats but he he is not the kind of man to be trifled with. Well Wildman demands a double shot of rye whiskey and Tiny poure him a glass and said that will be two bits. Wildman Wysnewski said he was not going to pay for the liquor and called Tiny a #!@&*$%^&, well Tiny told Wildman that he had better leave the establishment or he would have to throw him out. The drunken five two Wysnewski looked at Tiny and said hey man don't you know that dynamite comes in small packages? So Tiny picked him up by the hairof the head and the seat of the pants threw Wildman six feet in the air and out in the street and said, "Now blow up you little %$%&*&$##* "
The following was taken from the
biography
Of Tiny Yeaman, excerpt from chapter four
From the book, Hows the weather up there