Full Name:  Rhett Taylor

Age:  Twenty-eight

Marital Status:  Single

S.O./Spourse:  n/a

Parents:  Jameson Taylor & Madeline Harris

Siblings:  Jennifer Taylor (24)

 

Moniker:  "Butcher"

Prospected:  2011

Patched:  2012

Notable Mentions:  n/a

Club Ink:  n/a

Position:  Patched Member

 

Personal History:

Harlan, Kentucky. With a population of thirty thousand and that included the town and surrounding regions it was safe to say there wasn't much to do. The county was a dry one so Jameson Taylor and his girlfriend Madeline took to making their own brew and selling it. Both were drunks and meth addicts so they really didn't care if Rhett; their eldest son, had food on the table or let alone clean clothes to wear. Rhett learned at an early age how to hunt, fish and live off the land just so he could survive. That only made more of a drive for him when Jennifer his sister came into the picture.

 

No animal whether deer, possum, squirrel, fish...whatever was safe from Rhett's .22 rifle or his homemade bow and arrow set. When Rhett was twelve and Jennifer was eight the county sheriffs showed up in force and busted down the doors to their house in the woods. They dragged their mom and dad off to prison on numerous counts that ensured they wouldn't see the light of day for the next fifty years. Luckily for Rhett and Jenny their aunt didn't live to far away and they were able to avoid the system and lived with her.

 

Rhett had a good friend; Nate Hudson. the two of them got into some shit together but they always came out on top. Both boys knew to survive in a fucked up world like this you gotta have some tough ass friends. Well that wasn't hard to come by. Not in Harlan. The Head Hunters; an Outlaw Motorcycle Club, well they were always looking for some equally badass motherfuckers to join their ranks. Rhett and Nate went out and prospected for them. Took a year but they earned their Patches. Rhett loved the lifestyle. Like Nate; he beame a Head Hunter and he'd die a Head Hunter.