Posted Tuesday, May 26, 2009, at 9:12 AM
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  • Hey Slicker,

    True story from Wyoming's frontier days.

    Two old nesters had carved themselves a viable working ranch north of Shirley Basin.

    Them comes word their sisters from Boston were coming to visit.

    Sure enough, the very proper Beacon Hill ladies arrived and endured the six hour spring buggy ride to the log and sod ranch home in good spirits.

    After they had rested and freshened themselves the brothers served a great venison roast dinner, with sourdough, wild honey and a nice fireplace setting.

    One sister was a trifle curious about the metal plates being nailed to the table, but was assured the plates were just as clean as soap and water could get them.

    After dinner, when everything cleared away and the sisters comfortable by the fireplace, expecting a nice long family talk -- The younger brother walked to the door and called,

    "Here Soap, Here Water!"

    Two huge shaggy dogs charged in, leaped on the table and proceeded to lick every plate clean.

    The sisters suddenly remembered urgent business in Boston.

    As soon as the stage left Shirley Basin, the brothers bought rounds for everyone and told their tale repeatedly.

    And all it cost them was four new metal plates.

    Of course, being thrifty, they saved the original plates with holes in them -- just in case.

    -- Posted by HerndonHank on Tue, May 26, 2009, at 8:47 PM
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