Lady T and I (mostly her) are cleaning out the house getting it ready to put it on the market and I found this poem I wrote quite a few years ago. I think I sent it into SASS for the Chronicle but dont remember if they ever published it. I made a few changes and thought I would high jack Harleys thread.
Good Guns, Bad Shoots
From the very first time I knew I was hooked
Just draw, aim, and fire, that’s all that it took
The scenarios are written, there’s little left to chance
Just make the steel ring and do the cross-draw dance.
The first thing to do was to get some equipment
Hat, Boots, and Bullets…man what a shipment
Not the mention the clothing, the holsters and cart
My savings were hemorrhaging right from the start
Of course, the big this is picking your guns
The only type of shopping that very much fun.
Two Vaqueros, a Winchester, and a double barrel twelve;
I was ready for my first shoot-I was going to give them hell.
The buzzer sounded, I grabbed my first gun
Thought I was greased lighting, Boy this is fun.
When the dust had all settled and the smoke had all cleared…
What do you mean twelve misses on targets that near?
It must be the pistols; I’ll trade them for clones
With a set of Peace Makers, I’d be bad to the bone.
So, for my Vaqueros and some money to boot,
I thought I was set for my very next shoot.
This time I was ready when that darn buzzer came
I whipped out those pistols - I was going to win this game.
I emptied my pistols and grabbed my Winchester;
What followed could only be called a disaster.
Those big rifle targets, they looked mighty tasty,
I shucked 5 live rounds before someone hollered “Safety!”
A rifle with fewer safeties, now that’s the gun for me;
So, for my Winchester and some cash I bought a Rossi.
That very next shoot, it was finely going my way…
“Til I heard the Posse Marshal holler, “97’s load away.”
That old double barrel couldn’t touch those old pumps,
Another trade, more cash, that old double got the bump.
From Colts, to Remi’s and back to Vaquero’s
All I wanted to hear was “Misses – Zero”
Winchesters, Marlins, Rossis and Lightings,
The parade of guns was really quite frightening.
Procedurals, squib loads, dropped rounds and dropped guns
Time plus penalties, higher math is not much fun
Well, it been 20 years and the swapping I’ve quit…
Cause I’ve learned I have the most fun if I just shoot from the hip.
