Post by aussiesoulpop on Feb 21, 2011 5:58:48 GMT
An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat.
He walked up 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-barreled 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 licked a mule's {Starts with an "A" and Ends with an "e"}?"
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 men, they didn't get old by being stupid.
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?
My Ancestors were in many cases much involved as Original Pioneers, Post Migration, in what are now called Old Boom Bust Gold Rush Mining Villages, and Towns in Australia.
My Thanks to Uncle Jim, a very newly discovered aging Cus of Mine, for the funny tale above.
Jim's Family were the very last to own where the Donnybrook School [Brookville] once stood. The Donnybrook as it was call by the Locals [also documented as Brookville] was only 5~6 Miles away from the much bigger Historically Important to North Queensland, Boom Bust Gold Rush Mining Township of Ravenswood, North Queensland, Australia.
My Grandma Mrs. E.J. Olsen Nee Richards{see Cornwall}. RIP, Who was the final Secretary to The Donnybrook School Committee, finally handed in the Keys, [as the 3rd or 4th Historical Family finally left in the old Mining Village], to the Donnybrook School to a Headship in Ravenswood.
Who said old Real Aussie History was dead !
Hope You Enjoyed the Tale above !
cheers
pop
He walked up 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-barreled 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 licked a mule's {Starts with an "A" and Ends with an "e"}?"
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 men, they didn't get old by being stupid.
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?
My Ancestors were in many cases much involved as Original Pioneers, Post Migration, in what are now called Old Boom Bust Gold Rush Mining Villages, and Towns in Australia.
My Thanks to Uncle Jim, a very newly discovered aging Cus of Mine, for the funny tale above.
Jim's Family were the very last to own where the Donnybrook School [Brookville] once stood. The Donnybrook as it was call by the Locals [also documented as Brookville] was only 5~6 Miles away from the much bigger Historically Important to North Queensland, Boom Bust Gold Rush Mining Township of Ravenswood, North Queensland, Australia.
My Grandma Mrs. E.J. Olsen Nee Richards{see Cornwall}. RIP, Who was the final Secretary to The Donnybrook School Committee, finally handed in the Keys, [as the 3rd or 4th Historical Family finally left in the old Mining Village], to the Donnybrook School to a Headship in Ravenswood.
Who said old Real Aussie History was dead !
Hope You Enjoyed the Tale above !
cheers
pop