>
> 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."
>
> "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the
> young man. "Sure will," said the old-timer.
>
> 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 any more 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."
>
> Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man. "You bet
> it will," said the old-timer.
>
> 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 axle 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 your ass, and it won't hurt as
much"
> 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."
>
> "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the
> young man. "Sure will," said the old-timer.
>
> 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 any more 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."
>
> Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man. "You bet
> it will," said the old-timer.
>
> 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 axle 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 your ass, and it won't hurt as
much"
