Men in our family are not small by any means. Our father is 6'1" and 280. I am 6'4" and 315. Our great great grandfather was 6'9" and 300+ too. They said the only time he ever fell to the ground was when the mule who killed him kicked him in the head. It kicked him in the head that day and he fell off a loading dock later that day due to his balance being off, probably from a brain bleed, and he died three days later. I guess nobody ever thought he would go down that way. This was in Louisiana in 1936 and nobody had ever seen someone that big. Heard a story of him knocking a mule out too, by punching it after it almost killed him. Not sure if it was the same mule.