Dave, I admit, I don't opt to live in the Fox News nurtured QAnon conspiracy world: also why I have no use for any Facebook/Twitter discussions I strongly suspect that you are conflating the actions and statements of career criminals to all violent crime events...they are just not equivalent. I think implying Occam's Razor to the reported events is quite applicabe
My dad was deputy chief of police in Kalamazoo. Over two decades I heard quite a volume of back story heresay evidence discussed over our evening meals that was NEVER released to the papers and never appeared in the press. But that was in the interval prior the arrival of Fox News and niche media reporting designed to nurture and inspire pre-conceptions, as well broaden individual bias, racism and bigotry. We, as a nation, have just witnessed the consequences of that type of news "coverage" where pre-verified factual reporting is ignored for the type of he-said-she-said you imply to be the norm. Somewhere around 12 million people in this country subscribe to the QANON
Again, what is known is that three hours into a duck hunt, a guy approaches three hunters in a blind, all armed. He, too, is armed How he gets close enough to shoot two of them at close range without killing all three is part of the central issue, as well as his motivation to "arrive" well into their hunt from another location. Had there been an exchange of threats? How would he get that close? Was he shot by the blind occupants? Who knows? Can a 70 year old over power or act more quickly than three men half is age and similarly armed to shoot and kill two of them without getting shot when all were armed? How did he arrive at a position close enough to shoot two of them with a shotgun without one of them killing him is the central question, along with, if he didn't fire the first shot, how did he kill two of them from a boat outside the blind before they shot him with one of three loaded guns they had access to? IF they survivor shot and killed him, how would he think to come up with the detail of hearing the suspected killer loading his gun while still in his boat and conclude that was unusual to the expected sequence of him entering the blind and then loading his gun. That is something a bit beyond the realm of "post-crime fiction"...
I got shot in the back , neck and head while rabbit hunting in my late teens. My good friend's brother-in-law had asked to join us with a couple of his friends. Neither of us knew that he and his buddies were "loaded". Arland had nearly zero recollection of the actual events prior me getting shot, largely because he was focused on jumping up and down on brushpiles. Luckily it was winter and I had a heavy canvas upland coat on and a hoodie with a heavy stocking cap under it. It still felt like I had been hit in the with a 2'X4" across my back and head. I had seen a figure to my left and behind me swing on the grouse that jumped behind me and to my right, instinctively turning away and hunching-up from the shooter before I got hit. luckily at a distance where much of the shot barely penetrated my coat. shirt, and long underwear top. My first thought, as I waited to pass-out was to feel the back of my head to determine how much of my skull was missing as I sank down to my knees. I remember viewing my hand and noting how bloody it already was and I remember how loudly my heart was pounding in my ears for some reason. I have zero recollection of the trip to Bronson Hospital's ED even though I didn't pass-out, or much of anything that ensued in the surgery, other than the plink, plink, plink of the ER crew dropping shot in a stainless bowl off my side as they moved the shroud around to work on different sections of my head, neck and shoulder. I had to fill-out a police report immediately. As I said, all I remember vividly was seeing the hunter swinging and seeing the barrels align with me. Initially he claimed it was all ricochet shot, but Arland noted in his rendition that there were no trees, rocks or anything beyond brush near me or where the grouse blew-out. His lie never appeared in the police report, which my dad read to me several days later. My Point?
Massive catecholemine release pretty much destroys any creative writing aspirations people may have, likely for hours after an event like that was so much more traumatic than what I experienced