All the small towns seem to have a few of these old guys. They are treasures.
I worked for one such guy for a while when I got out of high school. He told a story about him and his friends getting drunk and bashing mailboxes with a bat. Still a pretty common practice, by the way.
The funny part was when his friend saw that the were overtaking an old fellow leading a mule down the road. He told the driver to ease over to the shoulder and he would slap the mule on the ass when they went by.
The driver did as he was told and the drunk leaned out the window. He slapped the mule on the ass as planned, but there was a sharp crack heard in the car, and when they looked, the guys arm had broken mid forearm and it was like he had another elbow.
Not all jokes are funny.
The old man I was working for would slam on the brakes without warning and pull a .22 out from behind the seat of the company truck to shoot squirrels from the road.