|Hard to believe we were that close to a Texas Longhorn. This wasn't Betsy.|
Hard to believe that this was year three of spending Thanksgiving at the Diamond K Ranch in Sisterdale, Texas (http://www.diamondkranch.com/). This year, one more night's rest. We leave on Tuesday morning to drive down. Unfortunately, I'm sick, but with Kleenex box and plenty of remedies in tow. It's a relaxing drive, but the cops were out in full force.
It's always great went you take that right turn that will leisurely lead you into the ranch. Pretty quickly we see "critters" -- deer-like things is more along the lines of what we see. Pull through the gates, head to the office to check in. Then off to the Loghouse where we're staying this time. Get settled in, pour a cocktail or two. And then sit down to pheasant enchiladas for dinner. Yum. Big fires in the firepit and the chimenea, looking for critters in the dark (unfortunately our night vision is not working). It's quiet and relaxing.
In the morning, we get up and have a big breakfast and then head out for skeet shooting. I opted out because I couldn't decide if I'd rather wipe the snot running down my face or hold a gun. Kleenex won vs. Gun. But it's nice outside. Big lunch (Axis burgers, yum!!!) then out for a drive to check things out. We have a pair of Pierre David's right around the lake at the Loghouse. We usually don't see them around, but this year they were just "hanging out." Driving around, we run into some Longhorns. Get out and before we know it, they are surrounding us, almost at arm's length. They wouldn't get close enough to touch. The next herd -- Betsy was in it -- Betsy licked me! I didn't know that girl Longhorns had horns. Yes, I'm a city girl! Another evening with cocktails, dinner in the barn this time, fires in the pits. Life is tough.
Thursday is Thanksgiving and we start out with some bird hunting. Follow it up with lunch -- Tony and I skipped it because we were still full from breakfast and wanted our fill of turkey for dinner! It was windy and the birds were flying "dog low" so the catch wasn't as good as the year before. I just love watching the dogs. No one was shot either! Hang out, watch some football, have a nice Thanksgiving meal.