The old west

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  1. Muddytazz

    Muddytazz 1 ton status

    Jun 30, 2002
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    Salem, Or.
    The old west.

    In the days of the Wild West, there was a young cowboy who wanted more than

    anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He practiced every
    of his spare time, but he knew that he wasn't yet first-rate and that there
    must be something he was doing wrong. Sitting in a saloon one Saturday
    he recognized an elderly man seated at the bar who had the reputation of
    the fastest gun in the west in his day.

    The young cowboy took the seat next to the old-timer, bought him a drink,and

    told him the story of his great ambition. Do you think you could give me
    tips?" he asked. The old man looked him up and down and said, "well, for one

    thing you're wearing your gun too high, tie the holster a little lower down
    your leg."

    The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his 44 and shot the
    bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the cowboy, Got
    tips for me?" Yep," said the old man, "cut a notch out of your holster where

    the hammer hits it. That'll give you a smoother

    The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a

    blur, and shot a cufflink off the piano player. "Wow!" said the cowboy, "I'm

    learnin' somethin' here - got anymore tips?"

    The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. "See that
    over there? Coat your gun with it." The young man went over to the can and
    smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun.

    "No," said the old-timer, "I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and
    all." "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.

    "No," said the old timer, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playin' the piano,
    he's going to shove that gun up your ass, and it won't hurt as much"

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