My father and the rest of his immediate family got to take the shots a long time ago (when they were more painful than today's regime) after messing with a calf that when examined was found to have rabies. He said the shots were many and very painful. The shots were successful, and none of the family members came down with the dread disease. But I have always been careful with the disease and taken no chances.
I was chased by a rabid skunk when i was 14 with me looking over my shoulder and firing a .357 magnum revolver at it. I missed 5 of the 6 shots, but finally connected on the last one. If you think I wasn't frightened, you would be wrong, I told my father and we went back to douse the carcass in gasoline and burned it to ashes. I also remember a possum in a neighbors field chasing its tail over and over observed by me and my father. He said, "you go get the rifle, and I will get the gasoline and matches". Another barbecue. I have never taken any chances with a rabid animal. I will never forget that skunk.
