Dale Earnhardt once broke his arm for wooping a man’s A ** for shooting a deer on his property

Let’s talk about my favorite NASCAR driver of all time, mr. Dale Earnhardt.

Also known as The Intimidator, he has a reputation for the wrong way of rubbing people with his overly aggressive driving style and “I don’t give a shit” attitude.

And take it…

When he was only 12 years old, he secretly drove his father’s car in one of his races and he nearly defeated one of his father’s closest opponents. I can hardly imagine that, but that’s the kind of things that made him a legend.

He was born in the small town of Kannapolis, North Carolina into a racing family. His father was one of the best short-track drivers in the state, and a driving force (pun not intended, but I like it) in what drove him to become a race car driver in the first place.

Last week, we talked about the career pioneer Junior Johnson got arrested at his family’s moonshine still siteand this week, we have a fun story involving Dale Sr. and a trespasser hunting deer on his property.

Narrated by Dale Earnhardt Jr. the story in his podcast “Dale Jr. Download ”a few years ago, and it’s one of the best about his father I’ve heard.

It all started with a man fixing a tractor on Dale Sr.’s land. in 1993:

“So, a man was making a tractor during the day at dad’s property, fixing a big tractor. And he saw some deer, went to a bar that afternoon, had fun drinking time with a friend of his. friend telling about deer.

The more they drank, the braver they were. They decided to go back to dad’s property in the dark, in the dark, jump over the fence and shoot one of the deer, right? ”

I’ll admit I know nothing about hunting, but I know a lot about Dale Earnhardt so I think this guy is a freaking idiot.

I don’t think they call it liquid courage for nothing ‘:

“Dad and his farm manager were walking the power line, and they were in the tree line walking the power line. It just so happened that I was there that day.

And they heard gunshots and they saw the deer run into the power line and fall. So they hid in the tree line and waited for those men to approach the deer. “

And if you think Dale Sr. will let you down. this person, think again:

“And when they got to the deer, my father just ran to the one holding the gun and he confronted the man and broke his hand in his face.

And the only reason he stopped punching the man was because of the man, he recognized the men’s voice, and his face I think, when he started saying ‘Hey man, stop’. “

BROKEN HAND? He punched the man in the FACE.

“So dad kept him there until the police got there.

But eventually he got his cast on his arm and he went to the banquet with that cast and his tux. [with] his black and white cast. And he told all the lies, he told all the lies about how it happened. “

Now, knowing how men are, I think he would be happy to tell everyone the true story about how he broke his hand. But, I don’t think he wants to break it again in case anyone get any idea about the desire to set up shop somewhere on his land and get their own deer.

But, if you know anything about Dale Sr., I don’t see how anyone could even dream of infiltrating his land. I mean, I think just knowing this story is enough to stop someone from doing that.

But like I said, what do I know about hunting?

Absolutely nothing…

“He didn’t want people to know about his deer, he didn’t want more people to show up, trying to sneak into his property because he had big money on that property.

He doesn’t chase it, he just wants them there because he wants to watch them. So he told a different story. “

He was as real as they came.

His boss even told him he couldn’t race the Daytona 500 with the cast on, so what did he do? Well, what do you think he did?

He cut that nonsense right there in the office:

“I told him he couldn’t run Daytona with it, so he took a pair of scissors, cut it, and threw it at me as he left.”

What a scary badass. Raise hell praise Dale, y’all.

And if you want proof, here:

See Dale Jr. who narrated himself:

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