tufferthandug
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>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 minute 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 night, he recognized an elderly man
>seated at the bar that had the reputation of being the fastest gun in
>the West in his day.
>>The young cowboy took a 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 some 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 lil' lower down on
>your leg.
>>"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.
>>"Sure will," said the old-timer.
>>The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his .44 a! nd
>shot
>the bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the cowboy.
>"Got any more 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 draw."
>>"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man.
>>"You bet it will," said the old-timer.
>>The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun
>in a blur, then shot a cufflink off the piano player. "Wow!" said the
>cowboy. "I'm learning' somethin' here. Got any more tips?"
>>The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. "See that
>axle grease 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.
>>"Nope!," said the old-timer, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the
>piano, he's going to shove that gun up your ass and it won't hurt as
>much.
>than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He practiced
>every minute 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 night, he recognized an elderly man
>seated at the bar that had the reputation of being the fastest gun in
>the West in his day.
>>The young cowboy took a 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 some 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 lil' lower down on
>your leg.
>>"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.
>>"Sure will," said the old-timer.
>>The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his .44 a! nd
>shot
>the bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the cowboy.
>"Got any more 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 draw."
>>"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man.
>>"You bet it will," said the old-timer.
>>The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun
>in a blur, then shot a cufflink off the piano player. "Wow!" said the
>cowboy. "I'm learning' somethin' here. Got any more tips?"
>>The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. "See that
>axle grease 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.
>>"Nope!," said the old-timer, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the
>piano, he's going to shove that gun up your ass and it won't hurt as
>much.
