Who`s that pair of rascals gallopin` into camp and stirrin` up the dust around the ol` chuckwagon? Why... it`s
Headonis from
Ballarat, Australia and
Marlon5 from
Lahore, Sweden.
Hey boys, I just had to strap on my ol` slingin` rig the other day just to see if I had lost the touch. So I faced myself in the mirror and pushed the gunbelt way down on my hips. It felt pretty good to get back into the groove. I flipped the thong off the hammer and squinted. I tried to look like a mean SOB but I always did have a problem with that.
Anyway, I drew my Colt hogleg and dry fired. Guess what happened? Yes, yes, yes... I`m still so fast that I make myself shudder... you know... tremble in my boots! I actually beat my own reflection to the draw!

Were my eyes deceiving me? I had to know. So I loaded a hot one in the "next up". This time I drew and fired for real, and it was over in a split second. I was faster than ever!

Yes, yes, when the smoke cleared, I could plainly see that I had not only beat my reflection to the draw, but I had shot myself in the mirror. Anyhow, my reflection just layed down and died! The poor, gentle fellow anyway! Now I don`t have a mirror image. I really miss myself when I try to shave in the morning!
Nice to have you with us fellas! Welcome to WD. Make yourselves right at home.
Best Wishes,
Chuckwagon