two punchers, a hippy and a airplane

when i was a young aspiring cowboy, working for the tovera family i became friends with a much older cowboy who , for want of a better term i idolized.  he had rodeoed with ben johnson and the likes of lefty wilkins  and buckshot sorrels.  he had spent time as a race trainer, had a reputation of being a top horseman , but also had a reputation as a rounder!  where we worked we got a weekend off in rotation with the rest of the crew. at one time  there was enough men workin that 2 men got off at the same time. it so happened that the old timer and i ended up with the same weekend off. he approached me to go to the horse races in prescott for the weekend. i told him that my old pickup wasnt to be trusted that far. and his was no better. at that time you could get a commuter flight out of pheonix to prescott. maybe a 30 minute flight. he proposed we do that. as it turned out it was cheaper than driven. he called a friend at the track to pick us up at the airport. we bought our tickets, boarded the little plane. but we boarded AFTER about a half dozen drinks at the bar.  when we got on the plane the old timer pointed out a long haired feller in bermuda shorts, a tee shirt and carring a geetar. when the plane got airborne the old timer went to tormenting this "hippy" . play us a tune he would tell him. if you dont play we will cut your hair! this he said while brandishing his pocket knife. the hippy was scared but would barely pluck the geetar. the tormenting continued until the stewardess came down the isle. she said if she could she would throw the old timer and me off the plane. the old timer turned to me and yelled" HEY PARD WE FINALY FOUND SOMEWHERE THEY CANT THROW US OUT OF"!