I honestly don't believe there is a better trigger out there. Factory or most customs. Ol Yeller is gonna disagree with me, but I can take it.
Back on topic, Ridge, a long time friend back in the day had a Yamaha cycle dealership. The guy I worked for had the back half of the building for a neon sign shop. He had a pet skunk. It had been de-scented by a vet. Pretty popular back in the day before one had to get a permit to own one. When it was past closing time and he had some yakkers in the store vs interested buyers, his dad would let the skunk out. Danny would caution them to walk slowly to the door and come back later. Interesting strategy.
Well, let me add to all the skunk tales.
Back when I was a youngster, we had friends in Ponca City that were rodeo clowns. I don't remember if there was a name for them as clowns, but their names were Clark and Arlene. (I won't add last name on the open forum.) They also had a old Ford convertible that was referred to as the "Bucking Ford." That car had controls in the rear seat where Arlene would sit.
They would drive out into the arena and around a bit and would pretend to have car problems. So, Clark would get out and open the side hood of the engine compartment and out would come a couple of skunks. Then Arlene would take control of the car and drive it around, with Clark in pursuit, and she would make the car do wheelies (thus the Bucking Ford reference) and then stop. Then she would get out and be pretending to leave with her luggage and Clark would grab the suitcase. It would come open, and out would come more skunks.
Clark also had a mule that he would throw beach balls at from different directions. The mule would spin around and kick the beach balls with his hind legs. Once, in Guymon, OK, a friend and I were asked to help with his act. You guessed it...we got to chase the beach balls.
I don't remember the name of the guy off the top of my head, but a relative of Clark and Arlene still have that old Ford somewhere. One of his ventures is to provide period firearms for stage and film productions. I was working the media booth at church for a wedding one time, and this guy was related to the young lady getting married. We struck up a conversation, and that's when I found out who he was and that he was related to Clark and Arlene. He gave me one of his business cards. I need to see if I can find that card.
