Up state eats so much garlic, he just hacks up a lugy and baits his hook for catfish…..

Everything’s bigger in Texas, especially the egos. You can always tell a Texan, but you can’t tell them much.

I asked ChatGPT to.write a story about Savell.


The Legend of Savell the Texan Trapper
Out in the scorched mesquite hellscape of West Texas, where even the cacti carry guns, there lived a trapper named Savell — a man so Texan, he bled brisket juice and used rattlesnake venom as aftershave.

Savell claimed he was born during a thunderstorm, slapped into the world by a bald eagle while Hank Williams played in the delivery room. By age six, he’d already trapped his first bobcat using nothing but a Whataburger wrapper and sheer arrogance.

The man was a walking contradiction. He hunted varmints for a living, but refused to wear anything that wasn’t head-to-toe leather — including in July. He said deodorant was “for Yankees and cowards,” and once wrestled a wild hog not because it was dangerous, but because it “looked at him funny.”

Locals said Savell once tried to lasso a tornado because it “owed him money.” When it didn’t stop, he challenged it to a duel at high noon. Nobody knows who won, but Savell came back wearing a hat made from its funnel.

He drove a pickup so big it needed its own ZIP code, and when gas prices went up, he just stared at the pump until they dropped. The man had an ego taller than a Dallas skyscraper, and a beard so thick, folks swore it had its own wildlife ecosystem.

Despite all this, Savell never caught anything worth keeping. He once spent a week trying to trap a chupacabra, only to catch an armadillo and swear it was “just in disguise.” Game wardens gave up trying to regulate him. They said, “A man that proud of his belt buckle can’t be reasoned with.”

When asked why he never left Texas, Savell just spit on the ground and said, “Because nowhere else is worth ruining with my presence.

Keith

… all true except it was East Texas and the tornado did stop lol

I met peeler and the ivory carver at the NTA in Oregon a many years ago,,,,, I was surprised and shocked because of the smiles on their faces when they came out of the text simultaneously……

Reminds me of the time I was in a bar with a buddy. Some big mean fella comes up talking doody in my Messican friends ear. Well he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife and quick as a whistle he began to slice. That big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears lookin' down at the floor at one of his ears... Cut it off even with his sideburn.

Ol dad

You must listen to Johnny Paycheck.

Talk crap all you want. Just don't come for my family.

lol …. Good shootin

… how far ?

Five yards. Three 2-shot strings.