Hunt TX

This morning Dave took us on a driving tour along the Guadalupe river.

Area is full of summer camps for kids. Places rich for hiking swimming hunting.

Deer everywhere. Elaine thought they were all young. No just very small here.

High fencing, exotic animals.  Trophy hunting in these parts.

Elaine says this is a good place to be in the fencing business.

Lots of swimming holes- river water impounded by little dams. People are beavers.

What we call a river is a stream, creek or rivulet anywhere else. Or, sometimes as Elaine says: a drainage ditch.

Zero traffic. Miles of scrub and fencing. Occasional ranch entrances. Goats and goats.

Stopped at Garvens and there’s a peacock at the gas pump! Dave says: “Dolly don’t look to your right” and one crosses in front of me. They have a bunch. What’s a bunch of peacocks called?   How about An ostentation of peacocks. That works for me.

Dave bought some Garven jerky– deer and beef. Both were pretty darn good.