The Mountain Inn

There is a little bar In Dayton Wyoming called the mountain inn. It sets right at the bottom of the Big Horn mountains. When I lived in Wyoming it was a regular place where the band and I played on the weekends. It is a really neat place, a lot of tourist stop in during the summer, and in August it is packed during the Sturgis rally I met Peter Fonda and Robbie Kenevil one summer while we doing a Saturday afternoon show. If you ever take a trip to that part of the country, stop in and check it out. The owners are great people, Howard and his step son Greg own the bar, and Howard is an ole Arkansas boy so he and I got along pretty good.

Anyway, my band was playing over there one weekend and I stayed in the band house. We had a pretty good crowd that Friday night and put on a good show. I got up early Saturday morning and went over to the bar and sat down, ordered a bloody Mary and started talking with Howard. At the other end of the bar sat two ole cowboys from the Padlock ranch, and they were having a heated argument. You would hear one say “Your full of bull sh!t”, the other one would yell “to hell if I am.” Back and forth they would go it got so loud Howard and I couldn’t even carry on a conversation.

After awhile Howard got tired of the yelling and fussing, so Howard walked over and said,“What the hell you boys arguing about?”

The one ole cowboy stood up and said “ah this dumb some bit says his pecker is bigger than mine, and I told him he’s full of bullsh!t.”

The other ole cowboy stood up and said,“you’re the one full of bullsh!t, hell you couldn’t plug a 22 cal pistol with that little thang your carrying.”

Howard said,“Well I know how to settle this right here and now.”

The two ole cowboys agreed and asked Howard how to settle the argument.

Howard said,“Both of you flop them boys up here on the bar, I got a yardstick in the back here. I will measure them, the shorter buys the longer a beer and you stop your bitchin.”

Well Howard heads to the back of the bar, the ole cowboys flop the boys up on the bar. At that point a tourist walks into the bar, he is not from around the area I can tell you that. He had on them flowery baggy shorts and shirt on with Jerusalem cruisers (Sandals)

He looks at me, then he looks at the two ole cowboys, looks back at me about that time Howard comes back to the front of the bar carrying the yardstick and the tourist looks at Howard. Howard says,“Can I help you”.

The tourist in a feminine San Francisco accent says “Well I was going to have a wine cooler, but I think I will just have the buffet instead.”

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