A man with many talents..

An American is backpacking through Scotland and finds a nice pub to enjoy a pint. Upon entering, the stranger finds only two men in the pub, a bartender and an older man nursing his drink. The backpacker takes a seat, orders a pint and begins to drink. After some time has passed, the only other customer in the bar speaks up, "Ya see this bar? I built it with my bare hands, timber by timber, snow or sunshine. But do they call me MacGregor the bar-builder? Nooooo." A bit of time passes before the old man speaks up again, this time he's pointing out the window, "Ya see that wall over there? I built it with my bare hands, I placed each stone JUST so, to make it perfect, whether it was rainin' or cold. But do they call me MacGregor the wall-builder? Nooooo." There's only a slight pause this time before he speaks again, pointing out a different window, "Do ya see that pier out by the lake? I built it with my bare hands, driving each piling against the current and sand, placing each board JUST so. But do they call me MacGregor the pier-builder? Noooo.." He pauses for a moment.."but ya fuck ONE goat.."