EDDIE SAYS
TIPS FROM THE LAND OF THE BIG BLACK HATS
Just a line
Siting on the back porch chewing my baccy ( spit, ping) got to thinking of the days when my old pappy used to take me to the magic lantern shows. ( spit ping). Back in those days, us cowboys was fighting those pesky Indians - well, on Saturday mornings anyway - how things have changed (spit, splat, damn! on my best boots.)
Take last Saturday for instance. I tied-up at the Trout saloon, only to see cowboys and their gals drinking with pesky Indians and their squaws. Now any cotton picking son off a gun knows that fire water and pesky Indians just don’t go, my old pappy dun told me thaaaat! Why, it looked like one of those pesky Indians had been on the old fire water most of the day the way he came in dancing up and down making that damn noise (Bob, me big warrior Ward.) Well after a few red eyes, things start to look different. There was one squaw had something wrong with her legs, she was lifting her dress all the time, but Elly ( the squaw with more) sure looked ok to me.
Well we all sat down for "vittles", and damn good chuck it was at that. Ann (as in Annie get your gun fame) ran the raffle, lots of prizes were given away and still made £20.00 for club funds.
There was a pair of dude’s from out of town, famed for their new type line dancing, so it was decided for them to pick the damnedest looking dude’s and those pesky other people. Medals where handed out by our Sheriff with much kissing.
Results: - Dude’s Dame’s
1st Steve (Maybee) Tamara (Orders IV)
2nd Ronald (Cosa Nostra) Elly (Bilbo Baggins)
3rd Bob Ward (John Bishop) Chloe (Orders IV)
A few more shots of red eye and the dancing was in full swing. That gal calling shots was a fine looking filly, and had us moving all together like a dog with sheep. All right Bob at the back she called, stomp, turn, thrust (Den was over thrusting near the young gal’s I thought) move forward then back