Gus, and Rooster, right, who plays a major part in this story.
My first trip to Rick’s ranch set the tone for all of my future visits and I’m introduced, in grand style, to the fabulous hunting, the inherent dangers and to Rick’s unnatural being.
Arriving at the ranch, after a six-hour drive from Houston, it is too late for much of a Quail hunt so we decide to go out and try to shoot a wild Hog. Driving for a couple of miles to where the road ended at a creek, Rick and I got out of his truck, crossed the creek and he then sent me up a hill to watch for a Hog in the small valley below and he walks to the next hill and takes up his position.