This is the ranch that we have been going to annually.  My dad, brother & son have been doing it for the last five or six years.  Last year was my first year (I hunt with a camera) and this is the first trip since my dad's passing away last January.
	There are a million stories in the Texas outback that are lost to antiquity.  I was told that these were mostly sheep farms fifty to a hundred years, or so, ago.
	They sure do make for some purdy photography though.
	Playing with the settings on my camera, I shot this in negative.  You have entered a new dimension...  You have entered [pause] the twilight zone.
	Posing for the camera.  A little forked horn white tail is listening for hazards.  We're only allowed does, so all any of us can do is admire the profile.
	Another, larger, buck shows up to display his wares.  Although larger, the new buck doesn't much more of a rack.
	You can just make out Patrick in his stand, just about in the middle of the picture.  (Look for blue).
	And a voice from Heaven said, "Let there be Texas," and there was.  God created it, but I'll keep California and just visit TX.
	Patrick finally got his on our last day.  The kid is an awesome shot!  He's a chip off of the old Grampa!
	Where's my Border Collie when I need him?  Brady, TX is the "Goat BBQ Capital of the World".  I don't know if these guys have a future on the grill or if they're here for wool or what, but there are some purdy ones.

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