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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 who had the reputation of
being 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 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 little lower down on 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 anymore 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.'
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 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.
'No,' said the old timer, 'but when Wyatt Earp gets done
playin' the piano, he's going to shove that gun up you're
a$$, and it won't hurt as much.
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In the days of the Wild West, there was a young cowboy who
wanted more than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in
the world.
He practiced every minute of his spare time, but he knew
that he wasn't yet first rate and that there must be
something he was doing wrong.
Sitting in a saloon one Saturday night, he recognized an
elderly man seated at the bar who had the reputation of
being the fastest gun in the West in his day.
The young cowboy took the seat next to the old-timer,
bought him a drink, and told him the story of his great
ambition.
'Do you think you could give me some tips?' he asked.
The old man looked him up and down and said, 'Well, for
one thing you're wearing your gun too high, tie the holster
a little lower down on your leg.'
The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out
his 44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player.
'That's terrific!' said the cowboy, 'Got anymore tips for me?'
'Yep,' said the old man, 'Cut a notch out of your holster
where the hammer hits it. That'll give you a smoother draw.'
The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up,
drew his gun in a blur, and shot a cufflink off the piano
player.
'Wow!' said the cowboy, 'I'm learnin' somethin' here - got
anymore tips?'
The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon.
'See that grease over there? Coat your gun with it.'
The young man went over to the can and smeared some of
the grease on the barrel of his gun.
'No,' said the old-timer, 'I mean smear it all over the gun,
handle and all.'
'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young
man.
'No,' said the old timer, 'but when Wyatt Earp gets done
playin' the piano, he's going to shove that gun up you're
a$$, and it won't hurt as much.
