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"In 1876, a quiet family looked up and saw the impossible: the sky wasn't raining water, it was raining shredded chunks of raw, red meat." "It was 11:00 AM on a perfectly clear March day in Bath County, Kentucky. Mrs. Crouch was in her yard making soap when the 'meat flakes' began to fall from a cloudless sky." "For several minutes, fresh meat—ranging from the size of a coin to several inches long—pelted a 100-yard strip of the farm. Local hunters who rushed to the scene were so baffled they act