davemac
01-08-2009, 04:07 PM
THE
OLD PROSPECTOR
An
old prospector shuffled into town 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, -- just never wanted to.'
A
crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and
said, 'Well, you oldfool,
you're gonna' dance now,' and started shooting at the old
man's feet. The old prospector in order to not get a toe blow
off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a
flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be
tied.
When
the 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 shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The
loud, audible double 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 quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as
the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping
holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow. The
barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's
hands.
The
old man said, 'Son, did you ever kiss a mule's a$$?'
The
boy bully swallowed hard and said,
'No.But
I've always wanted to.'
There
are two lessons for us all here:
1.
Don't waste ammunition.
2.
Don't mess with old people.
I
just love a story with a happy
ending..
OLD PROSPECTOR
An
old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule.
The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to
clear his parched throat.
He
walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch
rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his
face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon
with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the
other.
The
young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying,
'Hey old man, have you ever danced?'
The
old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, 'No,I never did
dance, -- just never wanted to.'
A
crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and
said, 'Well, you oldfool,
you're gonna' dance now,' and started shooting at the old
man's feet. The old prospector in order to not get a toe blow
off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a
flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be
tied.
When
the last bullet had been fired the young gunslinger, still
laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into
the saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a
double barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The
loud, audible double clicks carried clearly through the desert
air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young
gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very
slowly. The quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as
the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping
holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow. The
barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's
hands.
The
old man said, 'Son, did you ever kiss a mule's a$$?'
The
boy bully swallowed hard and said,
'No.But
I've always wanted to.'
There
are two lessons for us all here:
1.
Don't waste ammunition.
2.
Don't mess with old people.
I
just love a story with a happy
ending..