Progressive Cattleman: Why a Family Ranch Might Actually be an Investment

May 28, 2019 Tyler Jacobs

At the Texas Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association Convention in Fort Worth in March, Jacobs explained the difference between managing a production asset and an investment. Jacobs said while every rancher may dream of passing down the family business to the next generation, only the smallest percentage of today’s ranches are true legacy holdings that will never sell.

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Texas Panhandle Ranches For Sale Make the News

May 14, 2019 Hall and Hall

The ranches are situated along year-round live waterways in fertile expanses of the Lone Star State. Both properties have been managed for wild quail — a longtime passion of Mixon's — for more than 20 years. Where Elm Creek sits on just over 3,100 acres, Washita sprawls across more than 5,700 acres. The ranches are being offered separately, but in conjunction with one another

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Field Report

Texas Bass Fishing with Hall and Hall Loan Officer Adam Deakin

April 30, 2019 Adam Deakin

Through competing in National High School and Collegiate Bass Fishing Tournaments, I have been able to see some beautiful parts of the world. One place I keep finding myself returning to is deep in the heart of East Texas. East Texas is full of dense pineywood forests, easy rolling pastures, and what seems like never-ending bodies of water. It is vibrantly green, especially in the springtime. The scenery is hard to beat, and the bass fishing is even better.

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Ranch Properties

Trout Season on Pennsylvania’s Graystones Preserve

April 16, 2019 Keith Lenard

Pennsylvania is bursting into bud and the fragrance of a new spring fills the air. Trout season officially opened in the Pocono Mountains of the Keystone State on April 12, and lest anyone think there aren’t big, strong trout on tap, check out waters like Mud Run, a significant tributary of the Lehigh River that flows through the heart of the nearly 4,000-acre Graystones Preserve.

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