Three cowboys were seated around the campfire out on the lonesome prairie. It was a night of bravado. All rot gut whiskey and tall tales.”
Thomas, the hand from Nebraska says, “I must be the strongest, meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral. It had gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth.”
Ben, from Montana, couldn’t stand to be bested. “That’s nothing, I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 15 foot diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. Didn’t even get a belly ache.”
Jake, an old cowboy from Texas, remained silent and proud, as he slowly stirred the campfire coals with his pecker.