My paternal grandfather may have rubbed elbows with him, not sure about that. He was from Dover,TN and went nuts one day over there. Blackjack Pershing pinned a DSC on his chest afterward.
Grand dad used to send my ol' man out to collect some squirrels for dinner. If he shot them somewhere other than the head a stern lecture was in order. God forbid he brought back fewer squirrels than he shot at.
