He’s dead serious, He ain’t no faker,
Drummin’ up his own business, The Undertaker

Many have tried and failed to take her,
Fast on the draw, the C21 Peacemaker

4 ounces of lead don’t make you thinner,
Comin’ straight at ya’, from Big John Skinner

Shootin’ again like She once did,
Back on the range, the Cardoza Kid

He shoots straight, there’s a score to be had,
Goin’ straight for the target, he’s Bulls Eye Brad

When he’s on the line, He’s no choker,
A young sharp shooter, We call him The Joker

A little sneaky and a little naughty,
Lightnin’ fast is our friend called Tawodi

Honorary Members

(Guiding/directing from day one … special thanks to our sister club,
The Sundowners Single Action Shooting Club
and those who were a part of it when we began … thanks for your guidance
and support; we could not have developed the club we did without your support)

Ready to take on any out-of-towner,
Is the fast drawn gun of the ‘Ol Sundowner

When you need a back-up, He’s real handy,
A real friendly sort of guy, Known as Papa Grande’

He’s a sharp dressed man, Who’ll leave you in awe,
Real slick on the trigger, He’s the Omaha Outlaw

If you ask, He’ll tell you, What you need to know,
For bein’ fast and accurate, is the man, Jimmie O

Charter Members -  Retired

(These folks helped get GSG goin’ and we sure appreciated that.
They’ve since moved on, started  a new club,  are  shooters without a club, or they were just caught up in the first moments of Cowboy Fast Draw in Los Banos, CA.  No matter what their future  they will always remain a part of our club history, and we honor them hereby.)

She’s calmed down, a little lately,
The excited one, Loose Cannon Katie

Don’t look now, but He’s got you made,
You’d better watch out for Jonny Blade

Small in stature, A tiny mamma jamma,
But don’t ever face down, Our little Alabama

She might look cute, but that ain’t no halo,
The little whirlwind, called Tennessee Tornado

Wearing a badge, is why we endorse her,
Spreadin’ law and order, the Enforcer

He’s a little old and sometimes jerky,
But you’ll get shot straight from the Wild Turkey

She’ll tell you right now, just where you are
Keepin’ the time, our Silvery Star

Ever so sneaky, She’ll set out the bait,
Don’t cross those sights of Wicked Kate

Drink no whiskey, Drink no rum,
You’ll need all your wits, against Lefty Lipscomb

Sittin’ tall in the saddle, Doin’ all that he can,
All for his woman, Cause he’s Lefty’s Man

Think about it, cause hadn’t you rather,
Go up against her, when She’s Slappin’ Leather

Insult her cooling, She’ll feed you lead,
Don’t joke in the kitchen of Comanche Red

Loose and sharp as nails in a keg
That’s the shootin’ style of ol’ Hogleg

When it comes to shootin’, He’s a booster
The son of ol’ Hogleg, Known as JR Rooster

Look at him straight and call him Mister,
Sharp as a card, the California Drifter

Be aware She’s out to beat ya’
The little Latin gal, we call Bandida

It’ll put you in a world of trauma,
Drawing against the Missouri Mama

Keepin’ score on the pack, Can be a true art,
Figurin’ it all out, is our Sunnyvale Sweetheart

With the loss of a limb, She still doesn’t stress,
The shooter better known, as Poka-Handless

His six gun blazin, With a fiery echo,
He’s a devil with a gun, he’s El Diablo

In poem or song, He’s a Cowboy teacher,
The gun totin’ Lyricist called the Outlaw Preacher

A straight shooter, He’s a real trooper,
Always on the level, We call him Marshal Cooper

Some say his blood’s frio, Some say caliente’
He’s the Pistolero known as El Agente’

Make way for this shooter, Ridin’ into camp,
Lookin’ for a gunfight, He’s the Trail Tramp

Of Island descent, Hawaiian you know
A fast-gun Paniolo, Who we call Five O

Not sure where he hales from, He’s a friend to us
He knows no boundaries, Our own Dakota Kansas