Now that's far

[atr]

Three fellows, unknown to each other arrived at the same time for a fully outfitted, fully guided, black powder, buffalo hunt. A Canadian, an Englishman and a Texan. Bright and early, the first morning, just after breakfast it was time to load their guns. The Canadian pulled from his case a .50 cal rifle and poured 80 grains of fffg powder in and then drove home a patched round ball with his fancy brass and hickory ramrod. The Englishman pulled from his case a .54 cal rifle and dumped 100 grains of ffg down the spout and then drove his patched ball home with a beautiful maple ramrod with pewter ends. The Texan pulled from his case a rifle of the likes never seen before. He took the lid off a can of Geox and dumped the full contents in and then produced a roundball the size of a bowling ball and rammed it home with a fencepost. The Canadian and the Englishman stood in total awe feeling very inferior when the Texan noticed that they

 

[musketman]

You know what they say... :haha:

 

[Liver eatin’ Johnson]

Hot-digidy! A muzzleloding joke ::

 

[jtmattison]

:applause:

Huntin

 

[Maynerd62411]

:: :applause:
Gordy's gonna love that one!

 

Then there was the one about the old couple sitting on the porch way back in the hills. One day, a motorcyclist appeared on the gravel road, going hellbent for leather, throttle wide open. The old man jumped up and grabbed his .40 caliber Bean flintlock with the extra long 48 inch barrel, took aim and fired. The man fell off the bike but it continued to run down the road at full clip. The old woman looked up from her sewing and said, "Did ye get it?". The old man replied, "No, but I made it turn loose of that man."

 

A yuppie biker eace: from NYC walks into a bar in the middle of Texas and asks for a beer. the Bartender throws a five gallon bucket, filled with Coors, up on the bar. Noticing the yuppy's surprise :hmm:, the bartender drawls, "In Texas that what we call a beer." The yuppy then asks for a shot of whisky and gets a pitcher of Jack Daniels. "In Texas, that's what called a shot.", drawls the suds slinger. After nursing his beer and shot for a half an hour, the call of nature comes over the yuppy. Asking where the men's room might be found::, he is dircted to the rear of the building, where he promptly falls into an inground pool. Hearing the yuppy's crys for help, the bartender arrives and asks the yuppy if he needs a hand to get out. the yuppy screams out, "God, yes! And for heavens sakes don't flush it!" :crackup: