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    I've heard and read this phrase many times and never knew where it came from. The whole quote is:

    "But ain't many troubles that a man cain't fix with seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six."

    Well I just found out where it came from. It was a poem was written by Lindy Cooper Wisdom, Col. Jeff Cooper's daughter, in December of 1995. It is called..."Grandpa's Lesson."

    Here is the entire text of the poem:

    Pappy took to drinkin' back when I was barely three.
    Ma got pretty quiet. She was frettin', you could see.
    So I was sent to Grandpa and he raised me up real good.
    He taught me what I oughta and he taught me what I should.
    I learned a heap 'o lessons from the yarns he liked to tell.
    There's one I won't forget because I learned it 'speshly well.
    "There jist ain't many folk who live a peaceful, carefree life.
    Along with all the good times there'll be lotsa grief and strife.
    But ain't many troubles that a man cain't fix
    With seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six."
    Grandpa courted Grandma near the town of old Cheyenne.
    Her daddy was cantankerous - a very greedy man.
    He wouldn't give permission for a fancy wedding day
    'Til grandpa paid a dowry--biggest ever people say.
    Her daddy softened up when Grandpa said that he could fix
    Him up with seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.
    Grandpa herded cattle down around Jalisco way.
    Ended up behind some iron bars one dusty day.
    Seems the local jefe craved my Grandpa's pinto mare.
    Grandpa wouldn't sell her so he lit on out of there.
    Didn't take much doin' 'cept a couple special tricks
    plus seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.
    Then there was that Faro game near San Francisco Bay.
    Grandpa's cards was smokin' hot and he took all one day.
    He woke up nearly naked in a ditch next early morn'.
    With nothin' but his flannel shirt, and it was ripped and torn.
    Those others were professionals and they don't play for kicks.
    He lost seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six.
    He begged some woolen trousers off the local storekeep there
    Who loaned him both a pony and a rifle on a dare.
    He caught those thievin' cardsharks at another Faro game.
    He got back all his property and also his good name.
    He left one bleedin' badly and another mostly lame.
    My grandpa's trusty rifle shoots just where you choose to aim.
    Grandpa's slowin' down a bit and just the other night
    He handed me his rifle and a box sealed up real tight.
    He fixed me with them pale grey eyes and this is what he said,
    "You're awful young but steady too and I will soon be dead.
    I'll bet this here old rifle and this honest money too
    Will come in mighty handy just as readily for you.
    There jist ain't many folk who lead a carefree, peaceful life.
    Along with times of happiness, there's always woe and strife.
    But ... aint many troubles that a man cain't fix
    with seven hundred dollars and his thirty ought six."
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    Damn good one.
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    That one is worth saving!
    Living in Moncks Corner but looking forward to moving back to the West Coast in 2020 where there are more ducks and less duck hunters!! LOL

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    I agree. There's a lot of wisdom buried in that little poem. Looks like Col. Cooper raised his daughter right. I would would expect nothing less from him.
    The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.

    "I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."

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