Tough Cowboys

Three cowboys were sitting around the campfire out on the lonesome sagebrush prairie, spinning yarns and sharing "possibles" with the pride for which these men were famous.
It was a night of bravado, and rotgut whiskey; a night of tall tales and reminiscence.
Frank, the hand from Wyoming spoke, "I must be the strongest, meanest, ​toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth."

Snake River Ben, from Idaho, couldn't stand to be bested.
"That's nothing, I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 12 foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head and sucked the poison down in one gulp. Didn't even get a belly ache."

Old Red River Tom, the cowboy from North Dakota, remainedsilent, slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker.