Boes skrev:

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?"*
>
> *"Sure will."**
>
> *The young man did as he was told, then stood up, whipped out his .44,*
>
> * and shot the bow 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 the old-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 as
> much."*