TrIbute To Canada

 

Did you ever notice that some of the nicest people (GG, Clover…) you run into are Canadians? Sure, there’s outliers, but I’ve always been consistently impressed with the Canadians I’ve met. Very down to earth people…that you don’t wanna cross.

Like the Saskatchewan Cowboy I met at the bar I cooked at. He was in town for a skiing trip. He looked like Hank Williams, tall and lean, but country tough and wearing a ten gallon hat (not sure about the metric conversion). He was an amateur hockey player and worked in the rodeo.  His appearance made him a target for a group of locals that liked to start fights. The Saskatchewan Cowboy outclassed them all night. Shooting pool like a champ, dancing to the jukebox with all the hot ladies like a pro, deflecting their insults with wit and charm. Eventually, things escalated and The Cowboy pointed to the parking lot, stood up, pulled out a small metal case from his shirt pocket, removed his front teeth and put them in the case, and said LETS GO. He went outside and fought one guy, beating his ass badly, before four of his buddies jumped in. The Cowboy held his own 5 on 1 better than you could imagine. But numbers won, and as myself and the owner of the bar were breaking it up, the cops pulled in. Bloody and battered, The Cowboy stumbled around the parking lot with an intentionally toothless shit eating grin…

Here is my tribute to the great white north