There is a house, nay, a hacienda, in Wichita Falls that has a yard for the ages. I cannot tell you exactly where it is because our lawyers have, in a voice that reminds me of Charlton Heston, told me that revealing the location would be a no-no.
I happened on the yard this past April as my wife and I were searching for a place to live. Now, after seeing the yard, I take ALL, and I mean ALL out of town guests by this yard to get a look. Especially after a few drinks.