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An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio , Texas leading
an old tired 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, have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and
said, "No, I never did 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 was
laughing, fit to be tied.
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-barrelled 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 almost
deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old
timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 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 us all here:
* Never be arrogant.
* Don't waste ammunition.
* Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
* Don't mess with old men, they didn't get old by being stupid.
an old tired 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, have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and
said, "No, I never did 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 was
laughing, fit to be tied.
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-barrelled 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 almost
deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old
timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 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 us all here:
* Never be arrogant.
* Don't waste ammunition.
* Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
* Don't mess with old men, they didn't get old by being stupid.
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