oldno7
04-27-2012, 07:35 AM
An old prospector shuffled into the
town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old
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, can you dance?"
The
old man looked up at the gunslinger and said,
"No son, I don't 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 standing around was
laughing..
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 12
gauge 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 deafening. The
crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the
old timer and the large gaping holes of those
twin 12 gauge 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 all of us here:
*Don't be arrogant.
*Don't waste ammunition.
*Whiskey makes you think you're
smarter than you are.
*Always make sure you know who is in
control...
*And finally, Don't screw around with
old folks; they didn't get old by being
stupid....
town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old
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, can you dance?"
The
old man looked up at the gunslinger and said,
"No son, I don't 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 standing around was
laughing..
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 12
gauge 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 deafening. The
crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the
old timer and the large gaping holes of those
twin 12 gauge 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 all of us here:
*Don't be arrogant.
*Don't waste ammunition.
*Whiskey makes you think you're
smarter than you are.
*Always make sure you know who is in
control...
*And finally, Don't screw around with
old folks; they didn't get old by being
stupid....