I want to jump in and say that I like Texas. Texas is so big and so diverse it takes further qualification. I could live anywhere from the hill country to southeast to east and North Texas as long as it was outside one of the major metro areas. West Texas and the Panhandle, well I ain't tough enough for those winters and the relentless wind. The people. Good. Lots of really good folks. I am 3 years from retirement and studied Texas closely as a place to hang my hat. The cost of living is good. Real Estate in most places is very reasonable. Finding 5-10 acres for a fair price is easy. I think it's cool that there are free ranging populations of exotics. The lack of public hunting land was a big downside though. I am used to living in areas where there is a substantial amount of public land.
I was stationed in Texas twice. Ft. Sam Houston and Ft. Hood. I would love to make it permanent but everyone is in Iowa. I guess I will just have to dream about it. All you Texas folks are lucky to be where you are at. kwg
For liberals and anarchists, power and control is opium, selling envy is the fastest and easiest way to get it. TRR. American conservative. Never trust a white liberal. Malcom X Current NRA member.
My great grandfather was Busch(mother’s side) who came from Germany in the early 1900s through Galveston and went to Tours. My mother married my dad who was born and raised in Texas. His name was Adams. He joined the Navy and served during Vietnam. I was born in a Navy hospital in Key West in 1973. My mother moved me back to Texas after I was a few weeks old. I grew up on Grandpaw Busch’s farm. Well, I now ended up back where my Great Grandfather Busch started out, in Tours, Texas. I love Texas!
I was born in Texas. Only lived there for about 6 weeks or until I was old enough and it cooled off enough to make the drive to Oregon.
I don't think I made 6 months. Born at Connally AFB in 1957 so at least I have Texas birthright. Here in California since 1958. I am the only Texas born of my sibs.
Fight fire, save lives, laugh in the face of danger.
I've lived and worked in Texas all my life from north central to west and south to east. I don't know about things being bigger in Texas but they sure are farther apart. There are good people from all over the country and the world for that matter. Finally landed in East Texas.
Our major metropolitan cities are becoming havens for the mentally impaired like most of the country. In Waco Unique Guns and Collectibles is a pretty good place to visit.
My memory has surely failed. The hot spring is nowhere near where I remembered it to be. It's actually nearer to the eastern end of the park. It's still right on the river, though. If you're interested, I know you can find out where it is using google. Just search "hot spring big bend national park" and you'll find it.
That hot springs is not far from the Mexican village of Boquillas.
The first job I took when I left home was wrangler at the Chisos Remuda. (Guiding dudes horseback). We would grab a few beers and take the tourist girls to the hot springs...
That's the one. My recollections must be clouded due to time and the fact that our forays into the Big Bend were frequently fueled by two bags of Doritos and 16 cases of Keystone. I do recall taking the raft across to Boquillas to sit on a shaded porch where an old lady would serve genuine Mexican food and beer.
When I worked for the radio shop in Alpine, we hired a string of horses to carry all our stuff up to Emory Peak to work on the repeater up there. Craig Carter was our wrangler for that little project. Good times.
Don't be the darkness.
America will perish while those who should be standing guard are satisfying their lusts.
That's the one. My recollections must be clouded due to time and the fact that our forays into the Big Bend were frequently fueled by two bags of Doritos and 16 cases of Keystone. I do recall taking the raft across to Boquillas to sit on a shaded porch where an old lady would serve genuine Mexican food and beer.
When I worked for the radio shop in Alpine, we hired a string of horses to carry all our stuff up to Emory Peak to work on the repeater up there. Craig Carter was our wrangler for that little project. Good times.
Craig is a good friend of mine. Known him for close to 40 years.
I could tell you some stories about that Big Bend country...
I spent a bit of time there during my four years at Sul Ross. We'd go and camp at Grassy Banks. The freedom down there was just damn near unlimited. I miss it.
Anytime you feel like tellin a story about the Bend, I can guarantee you an audience of at least one!
Don't be the darkness.
America will perish while those who should be standing guard are satisfying their lusts.
That whole area has a flavor, and a smell to it. whenever I go back down there, I stop the truck and get out and just take some deep breaths. That desert smell lets you know you are in the right place. I guess it's in my blood.
Perhaps I'll start a thread about that Big Bend area.
