Thursday, November 26, 2009

2009 trip to Texas: Day 7

To all of my friends who don’t realize that “animal rights” is an oxymoron, rest easy. All the feral hogs are safe today. We scouted the ranches that Alan has permission to hunt on and we didn’t see any bacon on the hoof.

More kids arrived and more will join us for Thanksgiving, upping the official crowd estimate to 33. There will be a 19-lb turkey baked the conventional way and a second turkey that will be injected with Cajun spices, then deep fried in peanut oil. My nephew, Pat, is a licensed deep fried turkey expert and has yet to burn a house (or doublewide) down preparing one. (Just google “deep fried turkey fire” to see what I’m talking about.)

Here is a list of typical ranch activities that my brother, Alan, and I participated in on Wednesday:

1) Breakfast
2) Chipping golf balls onto his front yard practice green
3) Driving golf balls over the front yard fence into the cow pasture
4) Taking the four-wheel drive Kawasaki Mule into the pasture to recover golf balls
5) Starting to build a hog trap, but stopping ten minutes later because one of the acetylene torch hoses cracked and needs to be replaced
6) Lunch
7) Target practice with his S&W .40 caliber M&P pistol
8) Snack
9) Greeting more kids who arrived in the late afternoon
10) Dinner
11) Bitching about all things Obama
12) Scouting for hogs
13) Bedtime

I’m bushed.

P.S. I have taken lots of pictures and will post them when we get back to Dallas and have a faster Internet connection.

Copyright 2009 Randy Hunt

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