The King Ranch is 1,300 square miles or 825,000 acres. The XIT Ranch was something like 3 million acres. An acre and a half in Texas ain’t even a chunk. It’s barely a yard.
“y’all best stay away from old man Unclviny’s place.”
This, of course, is forrowed by virtually every kid for miles seeing how close they can get.
“Billy Baskins touched his fence.”
“Oh yeah? Well Jason McCleary rang his doorbell.”
“That’s nothing! My best friend Randy Beaman* knocked on his door and old man Unclviny grabbed and took him inside and then old man Unclviny must have said some nasty things because now do you know where Randy Beaman is? Do ya? Huh? Me neither and he’s my best friend so he’d tell me if he was going somewhere…”
*A great big cookie if someone can place the origin of that name. I can offer hints if needed.
unclviny, do you mind if I ask you whereabouts so I don’t wind up with a belly full of lead? Also, have you checked the place for rattlesnakes and javelinas? Last thing you want is to be sitting out on your front lawn and get unexpectedly gored by a giant boar.
The cookie is easily worth it for all the memories that flooded back when my mind recalled Randy Beaman’s name. I loved the kid that told those stories.
The UNCLVINY mini RANCH is about 20 miles due south of Richmond/Rosenberg. I was going to work out the percentage of Texas that I own but all the 0’s confused me.
No Snaddlerakes or funny pig-like nasties but when the fence goes up I am going to get a German Shepherd Dog/burglar alarm from the local rescue folks.
Instead of the McMansion thing I am going to put up a large steel building and finish out the back end as my house and finish the front end as my business.
Ya know, a ranch needs a name. May I suggest “Hateful Acres”, or “The Hello Ranch” (which could be said “Hello” if you’re feeling alright, or slurred as “Hell-hole” if you are in a bad mood).
Of course, there is never any charge for these fabulous suggestions!