Old Hank had spent sixty years on a ranch, taking care of horses from sunrise to sunset. He was famous for two things: knowing every horse by name and never missing a chance to flirt with a pretty woman.
One afternoon, a young tourist asked him, “Mr. Hank, is it true you used to be crazy about wild women?”
Hank tipped back his hat and grinned.
“Used to be? Young lady, I still am!”
She laughed. “At your age? What happened to all that cowboy energy?”
Hank sighed dramatically.
“Well, these days the problem ain’t the spirit…”
“The problem is the horse?”
“Nope.”
“The knees?”
“Nope.”
“The back?”
“Nope.”
“Then what is it?”
Hank pointed to a beautiful woman walking by.
“My wife. She’s faster than me, shoots straighter than me, and owns half the ranch.”
The tourist chuckled. “So you’ve finally been tamed?”
Hank shook his head.
“Not exactly. I still chase wild women…”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
“What happens when you catch one?”
Hank smiled.
“I introduce her to my wife and let her do the running.” 🤣🤠🐎
