This goes out to all of the Buckaroos out there in Buckaroo land. A heartfelt Yippee-Kiyay! As I awake this morning, I am all exited. In fact, so exited that I’m saddling up my little Bronco and headen out for the nearest waterin hole. I gotta itch in my craw and it needs scratchin! And nothin scratches this itch better than goin to the nearest waterin hole and findin out when and where the next Salmon Dave show is happinen.      
Y’all know what I’m talkin about. Them guitar-pickin, bad-guy whoopin, drum-beatin, givin scoundrels a lickin, phat harmony singin, in your face as much fun as you can handle, felony free, sodbustin gang of desperados, known as Salmon Dave!
Heck, tain’t no coincidence that Billy the Kid had to be hunted down by the law. Twern’t his fault though! The “Cowpoke Gazette” reported that Billy was a mild mannered “Kid”. But when he turned 21, his buddies took him to the “Rockin Horse Saloon”, where Billy experienced an awakinin! Reportedly he had a few shots of whiskey and when the hoedown started with Salmon Dave, he just went plum loco. Legend has it that when Pat Garret shot Billy, he found boot-legged copys of Salmon Dave in his saddlebags!
Shewt! I can’t wait to get down to that waterin hole so I can sit around with all the other Buckaroos and listen to all of the legendary tales of Salmon Dave. There’s so many of em. Like the one where Salmon Dave played up in Boston, and before the show was over, in all the excitement the townsfolk tossed all of the tea into the harbor, so as they could make more room on the dance floor! Heh, heh, heh. That’s one of my favorites!
Well, time’s a waistin. So hitch up them suspenders, and saddle up Buckaroos! It’s time for another Salmon Dave show!
Giddyap!