My (favorite)Uncle(Bud) was shot eight times at almost point blank range by the Pennsylvania Highway patrol officers.
He is my uncle from my fathers side there were four brothers alive when I was young, and ever single one seem to be fearless.
They did pretty much as they pleased and got away with alot. None of them to my recollection seem to fear death(at least never showed it).
I remember picking out buckshot from my father's hand that my uncle Bud(as we called him his real name was the same as my grandfather Elmer).
My uncle Roger was in the rodeo and was also a blacksmith. One time he lassoed my cousin and myself when he was drunk and gave us rope burns around our neck. When my father found out he started beating the shit out of him and my uncle Calvin stopped him.
My father spent 2 years in reform school when he was young for beating someone almost to death. My father could be dangereous. He was young when he went to reform school so it was not kept on his record, in fact he latter went in the army and became a sargent and was offered a job as a police man and turned it down because he won't catter to the rich in town.
My favorite uncle Bud loved Guns and always had them around. He was DF once and at the time of his being shot he was not DF'd even though no longer living by JW standards. My father tells me the story of....
Want more of a true story as I lived it and what other of the family told me.
If someone lived a trillion X longer than you, and had a billion X more reasoning ability would he come to the same conclusions as you?