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HDEMWET
Well-known member
THE GUNFIGHTER
A young man in the Old West wanted to be the
best gunfighter alive. He practiced every day, but
knew he was still missing something that would
make him the best.
One night, as he was sitting in a saloon, he
spotted an old man who had the reputation of
being the greatest gunfighter in his day. So the
young fella went over to the old man and told
him his dream. The old man looked him up and
down and said, "I have a suggestion that is sure
to help."
"Tell me, tell me," said the young man.
"Tie the bottom of your holster lower onto your leg."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"Definitely," said the old man.
The young gunman did what he was told, then
in a flash he drew his gun and shot the bow tie
off the piano player.
"Wow, that really helped. Do you have any
more suggestions?"
"Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of your
holster where the hammer hits, the gun will
come out smoother."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"It sure will," said the old man.
The young guy did what he was told, drew
his gun in a blur and shot the cufflink off the
piano player.
"This is really helping me. Is there anything
else you can share with me?"
"One more thing," said the old man, "Get that
can of axle grease over there in the corner and
rub it all over your gun."
The young man didn't hesitate but started
putting the grease just on the barrel of the gun.
"No, the whole gun, handle and everything,"
said the old man.
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"No," said the old man, "but when Wyatt Earp
gets done playing that piano he's going to shove
that gun up your ***, and it won't hurt as much.
A young man in the Old West wanted to be the
best gunfighter alive. He practiced every day, but
knew he was still missing something that would
make him the best.
One night, as he was sitting in a saloon, he
spotted an old man who had the reputation of
being the greatest gunfighter in his day. So the
young fella went over to the old man and told
him his dream. The old man looked him up and
down and said, "I have a suggestion that is sure
to help."
"Tell me, tell me," said the young man.
"Tie the bottom of your holster lower onto your leg."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"Definitely," said the old man.
The young gunman did what he was told, then
in a flash he drew his gun and shot the bow tie
off the piano player.
"Wow, that really helped. Do you have any
more suggestions?"
"Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of your
holster where the hammer hits, the gun will
come out smoother."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"It sure will," said the old man.
The young guy did what he was told, drew
his gun in a blur and shot the cufflink off the
piano player.
"This is really helping me. Is there anything
else you can share with me?"
"One more thing," said the old man, "Get that
can of axle grease over there in the corner and
rub it all over your gun."
The young man didn't hesitate but started
putting the grease just on the barrel of the gun.
"No, the whole gun, handle and everything,"
said the old man.
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"
"No," said the old man, "but when Wyatt Earp
gets done playing that piano he's going to shove
that gun up your ***, and it won't hurt as much.
