Indians For Guns

Ervin stumbled out of bed toward the front door, where he found a gunman carrying a rifle and trying to break into his house.

“I figured there’s a whole lot of ways I can do this,” said Brittnacher. “And I don’t want to shoot him.”

And yes, he could’ve easily shot the intruder. The 79-year-old keeps rifles propped next to his doors to scare away coyotes. Old photographs hanging on his walls show him riding bulls and certificates deem him a member of the Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame.

But when he saw the gunman and listened to his almost unintelligible gibberish, Brittnacher decided to handle things differently.

“I didn’t know whether to be scared or feel sorry for him,” he said.

So he hit the guy. Hard. Right in the throat, like a karate chop.

“I just took that old hand and give him a good old chop,” he said. “And normally, that really hurts bad.

The old cowboy gestured toward his chest as he explained what he did next.

“And then, if you take the fist and punch him right in between one of these ribs coming apart, that makes all this go up and you can’t even think good for a good while,” Ervin said. “And all of a sudden, he decided he didn’t want to do this anymore.”

“I figured he would hurt him worse,” said his son, Mark. “He’s not someone to mess with. Nicest man you’d ever want to meet. Do anything for you. But you don’t want to cross him, push him around. He ain’t going to put up with that.”

I hate you , Cowboy sir

dr.jayakumar wrote:at 79,if he is so gud,imagine when he was young.
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dr.jk