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GUNSLINGER
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas, leading
an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in
town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied
his old mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and
clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand
and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at
the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey, old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did
dance... never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you
old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's
feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started
hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to
be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still
laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled
shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through
the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard
the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost
deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old
timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. The barrels of
the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said,
"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir ..... but... I've
always wanted to."
There are a few lessons for us all here:
Never be arrogant.
Don't waste ammunition.
Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
Don't mess with old men; they didn't get old by being stupid.
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?
GUNSLINGER
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas, leading
an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in
town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied
his old mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and
clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand
and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at
the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey, old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did
dance... never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you
old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's
feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started
hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to
be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still
laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled
shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through
the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard
the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost
deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old
timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. The barrels of
the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said,
"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir ..... but... I've
always wanted to."
There are a few lessons for us all here:
Never be arrogant.
Don't waste ammunition.
Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
Don't mess with old men; they didn't get old by being stupid.
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?