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Our Members!

If you think he's done and you're feeling awesome,         
Remember he's just playing Ol' Possum    
 
He's dead serious, He ain't no faker,
Drummin' up his own business, the Undertaker  
 
Many have tried and failed to take her,
Fast on the draw, the C21 Peacemaker 
 
Don't look now, but He's got you made,                           
you'd better watch out for Jonny Blade                       
 
Look at him straight and call him Mister,                        
Sharp as a card, the California Drifter                           
 
Be aware She's out to beat ya'                                          
The little Latin gal, we call Bandida                                 
 
4 ounces of lead don't make you thinner,                         
Comin' straight at ya', from Big John Skinner               
 
She might look cute, but that ain't no halo,                      
The little whirlwind, called Tennessee Tornado            
 
Insult her cooking, She'll feed you lead,                           
Don't joke in the kitchen of Comanche Red                   
 
Ever so sneaky, She'll set out the bait,                             
Don't cross those sights of Wicked Kate                        
 
It'll put you in a world of trauma,                                    
Drawing against the Missouri Mama                             
 
Think about it, cause you hadn't rather,                           
Go up against her, when She's Slappin' Leather            
 
He's a big jolly fellow, who's quick on the hoof,             
But don't mess around with Curly Wolf                          
 
He's a little old and sometimes jerky,                                
But you'll get shot straight from the Wild Turkey 


 

 

It makes you wonder sometimes canna,
Shooter have a chance, against Hold 'em Hanna |

Loose and sharp as nails in a keg
That’s the shootin’ style of ol’ Hog Leg

Wearing a badge, is why we endorse her,
Spreadin’ law and order, the Enforcer

Drink no whiskey, Drink no rum,
You’ll need all your wits, against Lefty Lipscomb

She’ll tell you right now, just where you are
Keepin’ the time, our Silvery Star

She’s calmed down, a little lately,
The excited one, Loose Cannon Katie

Shootin’ again like She once did,
Back on the range, the Cardoza Kid

Smilin’ wide with teeth a Knarlin,
You better watch out for Blue Eyed Darlin’

With her new hat and new gun, she sure is quick,
Leather and lace, She’s called Lipstick

Some say his blood's frio, Some say caliente'    
He's the Pistolero known as El Agente'

A history poet, A Cowboy Way Teacher,
Totin' a Gun, Called simply The Preacher
 

Small in stature, A tiny mamma jamma,

But don't ever face down, Our little Alabama

 

Make way for this shooter, Ridin’ into camp,

Lookin’ for a gunfight, He’s the Trail Tramp

 

 

Our Honorary Members!


Ready to take on any out-of-towner
Is the fast drawn gun of the Ol’ Sundowner

A little sneaky like an old coyote,
Lightnin’ fast is our friend called Tawodi

He’s a sharp dressed man, Who’ll leave you in awe,
Real slick on the trigger, He’s the Omaha Outlaw

When you need a back-up, He’s real handy,
A real friendly sort of guy, Known as Papa Grande’

If you ask, He’ll tell you, What you need to know,
For bein’ fast and accurate is the man, Jimmie O

 

 

A straight shooter, He’s a real trooper,

Always on the level, Known as Marshal Cooper

 

His six gun blazin, With a fiery echo,

He’s a devil with a gun, He’s El Diablo                            

 

Sittin’ tall in the saddle, Doin’ all that he can,

All for his woman, Cause he’s Lefty’s Man

 

Not much about her, Is known I suppose

A shooter of mystery, Known as Tijuana Rose              

 

He’ll relax you a joke, That’s a real knee thumper,

A shooter of humor, The Mississippi Stump Jumper

 

When it comes to shootin’, He’s a booster,         

The son of ol’ Hogleg, Known as Rooster                    

 

With the loss of a limb, she still doesn’t stress,

The shooter better known, as Poca-Handless 

 

Not sure where he hales from, He’s a friend to us

He knows no boundaries, Our own Dakota Kansas


Of island descent, Hawaiian you know,
A fast gun Paniolo, Who we call Five O

A man of distinction, He's never rude,
Cool on the line, is our Gnarly Old Dude