I had always been told not only by by grandparents but by numerous old ranchers that I had known and some I worked for, that if you packed a six-gun you was either a law officer or up to no good. Handguns were just not a part of their raisin’.

Mom told me about an old drunkard cowboy in her home town that woke up one night and thought someone was looking at him from the foot of his bed. So he shot at ‘em. Blew off his big toe. Was his foot he saw. Another time he rode his horse into his house one evening and started shootin’ up thru the ceiling. Like in the movies. Ended up shootin’ and killin’ one of his own kids. This was in the early 30’s.


Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester

"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

WS