A young cowboy, sitting in a saloon one Saturday night, recognized an elderly man standing at the bar who, in his day, had been the fastest gun in the West.
The cowboy walked over to the old-timer, bought him a drink and told him of his great ambition to be a great gunfighter.
“Could you give me some tips?” he asked.
The old man 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?”
The young man did as he was told, then stood up, whipped out his .44, and shot thebow tie off the piano player.
“That’s terrific!” exclaimed the cowboy. “Got any more tips?”
“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 young 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 then shot a cuff link off the piano player. “Wow!” said the cowboy excitedly, “I’m learnin’ somethin’ here. Got any more tips?”
The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. “See that can of axle
grease over there? Coat your gun with it.”
The young man smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun. “No,” said theold-timer, “I mean smear it all over the gun, the handle, and all.”
“Will that make me a better gunfighter?” asked the puzzled young man.
“No,” said the old-timer, “but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano, he’s gonna shove that gun up your ass and it won’t hurt so much!”