A young cowboy in a saloon on a Saturday night recognized the elderly man standing next to him at the bar as a famous gunfighter. He bought the former “fastest gun in the West” a drink and asked him to share some tricks of the trade. “First, you’re wearing your gun too high,” the old
A young cowboy in a saloon on a Saturday night recognized the elderly man standing next to him at the bar as a famous gunfighter. He bought the former “fastest gun in the West” a drink and asked him to share some tricks of the trade.
“First, you’re wearing your gun too high,” the old man said. “Tie the holster a little lower down your leg.”
‘Will that make me a better gunfighter?”
“Sure will, son.”
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 excited cowboy. “Got any more tips?”
“Yep. 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?”
“You betcha.”
The young man cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur, and shot a cufflink off the piano player. The old man then 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 smeared some of the grease on the gun barrel. “No,” said the oldtimer. “I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all.”
“Will that make me a better gunfighter?”
“No. But it won’t hurt as much when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano and shoves it up your ass.”
Credit to Max
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