THREE COWBOYS ARE SITTING AROUND THE CAMPFIRE OUT ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE;
EACH WITH THE BRAVADO FOR WHICH HE IS FAMOUS. A NIGHT OF TALL TALES.

THE GUY FROM BC 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."



THE GUY FROM COLORADO COULDN'T STAND TO BE BESTED. THAT'S NOTHING, "I WAS
WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL YESTERDAY AND A FIFTEEN FOOT DIAMONDBACK RATTLER SLID
OUT FROM UNDER A ROCK AND MADE A MOVE FOR ME. I GRABBED THAT BASTARD WITH
MY BARE HANDS, BIT IT'S HEAD OFF AND SUCKED THE POISON DOWN IN ONE GULP AND
I'M STILL HERE TODAY."



THE COWBOY FROM MONTANA REMAINED SILENT, SLOWLY STIRRING THE CAMPFIRE COALS
WITH HIS PECKER