The young gunslinger was cocky and brash... He'd come in a cowtown on Saturday night looking for a fight...He was pretty darn fast with his gun...and his mouth.
(entered a NL hold'em tourney every week and liked to always see a flop with any 2 cards...then he'd bluff, by often going all in...
or after a raise or two preflop, he'd go all in and steal all the money on the table)
They called him the "Boothill Kid"... nobody wanted to face him when he squared off against them, hand ready to draw his 45...the stakes were too high...so his intimidation and bullying worked very well. (he quickly got a lot of chips early in a tournament...people at first would lay down A Q, 10 10, JJ, whenever he went all in on them)
Just before midnight, over in the corner was a silent stranger, nursing a sasparilla...keeping to himself. The Kid saw him and thought he'd pick on him too. The Kid started mouthing off how he was the best with a gun and half drunk with his own bullying ways, told the silent man to stand up and draw...thinking he'd cower, and once again bolster his own ego. (the Kid, after 2 limps, bet half his chip pile with a reraise, with his A 2 off, not noticing one of the players who smooth called had a chip pile just as big, who'd gotten there by gradually building up)
The silent man stood up and squared off against the Kid, not wavering, his eyes looking right through the Kid, not saying a word...The Kid started to draw, figuring the man would back down... (the equally big chip pile player called with his AK... flop came KKK...the stanger after 5 seconds, checked...the Boothill Kid went all in, thinking he'd once again take down the pot...
he got called... turn and river no consequence.)
In less than 0.03 of a second the silent stranger drew, and before the Kid had cleared leather, a 45 slug was entering his heart...the Kid had earned his name, as tomorrow they'd be digging his grave. He'd run into Bob Munden, the fastest gun that EVER lived.
Moral - DON'T BLUFF TOO MUCH. Only do it every now and then - bluffing too much destroys your patience and sooner or later, people are going to start looking you up, or you're going to run into a sure beat. Wild, early in the tournament bluffers, who keep playing that way, never make it to the final table
