This shot is from a plane flying over a small tribe in Brazil. Apparently, they've never been in contact with people outside their tribe. The story, as I've heard it, is that the plane flew over once previously, and upon return encountered these tribesmen in war paint firing arrows at them.
Say what you will, but if I'd never seen a person other than my family and a huge, loud, flying beast passed overhead I'd be the first to run for cover. Flight before fight is a sensible motto for our day in age, and I won't hesitate saying so. I'm not keen on messing with guns, knives or nuclear explosives...call me what you will. But for someone who knows nothing beyond bows and arrows, I give them all the credit in the world. I really hope we leave them alone, and keep our pesky noses out of their business.
These three tribesmen surpassed these guys, who, until now, held the post of 3 biggest badasses ever:
