You have to see the beautiful images of The Old Prospector and many,
many more.
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-barrel 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 10 gauge 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.
Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
Don't mess with old folks, they didn't get old by being stupid.