Just about every real estate brokerage has a farm and ranch division now, which is a far cry from not long ago when you couldn’t pay people to move to the “boonies,” Candy says in her latest column inside Grand Vie: Luxury in Living. Now there are some amazing, luxurious, and enviable ranch properties on the market that are worth a look.
Take the amazing equestrian facility in Athens, the Honey Hole Ranch, or Mustang Ranch. All of these properties give horse lovers what they want, with excellent soil, beautiful vistas, and heart-achingly luxurious appointments throughout.
It is important to maintain a sense of humor. Photo by Catherine Hinojosa via Facebook
Okay, Texas. Enough. Just stop it. The horse-owning population of this state is #OverIt. Ours is not an indoor sport, and this is becoming a touch ridiculous. When your covered arena has more in common with an indoor pool than a sandbox, it’s time to wave the white flag. Thank you, Ma Nature, for removing us from the drought, but in your usual sick, twisted fashion, we’ve gotten the last five years worth of rain over the last five weeks.
I ask you, horse-owning universe, what did we do before Dubarry and Dublin boots? Wet feet, that’s what. Even the best rubber Wellies eventually had a crack, and your boot would gradually fill with urine and poo tinged water as you slogged around the barn. Remember hanging your dripping socks over the side of the bathtub? Yeah, me too.
Water, you go outside. Photo Courtesy of Kelly James via Facebook
Beautiful pastures, fenced and cross-fenced! Photo courtesy of Kendall Christine via Facebook
Kyle Crews of Allie Beth Allman, and Ralph Robertson of Century 21 Butler Real Estate Services successfully auctioned off the beautiful, 346-plus acre working recreational ranch known as Timber Creek Ranch last Thursday. Timber Creek is sold, gone, kaput and made someone a very happy ranch owner!
The $15 million investment property sold before Mother’s Day without reserve — yep, that means no minimum, — in three bidding segments: (1) the 26-acre lakefront parcel, which was previously offered for $11.95 million, (2) the 320-acre upper parcel, which was previously offered for $5 million, and (3) the entire property, approximately 346± acres. I’m told the sale was for the entire property and confidential. But my sources tell me the ranch sold for somewhere in the low $8 million range. And who was the buyer? After all the foreigners and out-of-staters who expressed interest in the property, it ended up being sold to a local Dallas person and client of the listing broker, Kyle. (more…)
(Editor’s Note: This is the second installment in a fantastic series from Realtor and writer Kathryn Roan. You can read the first part here.)
Finding the perfect farm is best categorized as online dating. You put your criteria into a search engine, and you get a 100 smiling, shiny faces in return. And like anything else, a ranch’s listing online is the best version of itself. Each profile shows only the best angles, and begs the viewer to “Pick Me! Pick Me!” Only the best features are shown, rarely does the listing mention the crumbling shack with 13 cars in the yard across the street. Much like dating, at the beginning farm shopping is somuchfun and there are just so many possibilities (!). And then you turn 30 and it seems like all the good ones are taken, and the leftovers have serious mommy issues. Sorry, I seem to have over-mixed my metaphor…
I am going to be honest with you. If you don’t drink heavily now, you may start sometime during your property search. For one, it will feel like the perfect property is just out of your reach financially. This happens to everyone, and I mean everyone, no matter the price range. Ok, maybe not those with $10 million to spend, but I don’t know any of those people. (If you do, please direct them to Kathryn@TexasEquestrianProperties.com).
The shopping process can be a beating. You’ll find farms where you love the location, and hate the house. Or you love the house, hate the location, and it doesn’t have a barn. Or you love everything, but it’s on the wrong soil. Inevitably, you’ll find several that look great on paper, only to find out that the only reason it’s in your price range is that it is right next to a rail road track and there’s a decent chance the next door neighbor’s a drug dealer. Most importantly, do not shop way out of your price range. If you cannot afford to buy a Lambo, do not (and I repeat, do not) go test drive a Lambo. Everything else will feel like a 1991 Honda Civic with no doors in comparison. You’ll only set yourself up for disappointment.
October 15, 2010 – All of this fencing had to come down
(Hint: That is not the Ranch of the Week.)
So, you’ve gone and bought a ranch in the country. Congratulations, and welcome to your own personal sweat shop. Cancel your CrossFit membership, folks. Things are about to get real.
The above photo was taken in October of 2010. I had just closed on a hot mess. My new little ranchette in Poetry was eight acres of “what the *!!#! is going on here?” and had been sitting vacant for four years. Let that sink in… property in the country, vacant for four years. Dear lord in heaven, what was I thinking?
I had put myself in a bit of a bind. I gave 30 days notice to the landlord of my darling little Uptown loft… 15 days ago. The same with the owners’ of the boarding barns where my horses were happily being cared for by someone else. So there I was, standing in the rock driveway 45 minutes away from civilization, wondering where the safest place was to put my blow up mattress in a house with carpet that smelled strongly of cat pee.
Despite the daunting task of deciding where to even begin, the property itself was beautiful. Really and truly. It’s on a quiet little dead-end private road, surrounded by trees. When I spied on the neighbor’s property, I could see the corner of her dressage riding arena with nicely tilled sand on the other side of the treeline. It appeared I was among friends.
The first thing to go was the carpet. If you have not ever had the pleasure of removing carpet in the country, let me tell you… It just does not get more disgusting. Consider yourself cured of any future desires to lay new carpet anywhere, ever. This particular gem was of the cheap, brown, and stained variety. Once it was up, we discovered that the subfloor was a bit subpar, and surprise! it needed to be replaced.
The actual pile of crud brown carpet
This was my first real lesson in property ownership. When you start a project, you are given an estimate of the cost. Burn it. It’s irrelevant. As soon as they actually start tearing things up, that’s when it all goes to hell. They really have zero idea what is going on under the surface, and as a rule, it’s not pretty. On a farm, “under the surface” almost always involve one of the Four Pillars of Destruction: Insects, Rodents, Mold, or Poop. Often in combination. Left unattended, nature will take over, allowing nasty things to come right on in and make themselves at home.
So while I had “guys” occupied with getting the carpet out and flooring in, I opted to tackle the fencing outside. The entire perimeter was composed of very poor quality bracing, especially noticeable due to the soft instability of sandy loam soil, t-posts, and five strands of barbed wire. (Sidebar: If I make no other contribution to society, yet persuade even one person to not install barbed wire fencing on their property, I shall consider myself a success.) All of the barbed wire had to come down, and smooth coated high tensile electric wire (a lovely product called White Lightening by Centaur Fence) had to go up. If you’ve never had the pleasure, barbed wire is nasty stuff. The strands are attached to brace posts with tension, so when you cut it loose, it springs back towards you in a manner akin to a shrapnel covered slinky. The object of this super-fun wargame is to remove the strands, one by one, from the t-post using fencing pliers, then roll each strand into a redneck Christmas wreath of rust and tiny knife points. Without losing an eye.
The rolling process is especially nerve-wracking due to the fact that barbed wire behaves only slightly better than a herd of cats, meaning it does what you want it to do roughly 0.05 percent of the time. And the rest of the time it is finding every opportunity to scratch you.
100×200 arena and the Best Dog Ever
Fast forward four years, 20,000 laborious man hours, and 90 percent of my dignity later, and I was in possession of a fairly respectable horse farm. Most of the transformation (and my savings account) involved pipe fencing, an automatic gate, automatic pasture waterers, an arena, run-in sheds, and a tack room. I would say I enjoyed it for roughly one year, one month and 12 days before I got The Itch. No, not a raging case of poison ivy, the Is This Really Enough Acreage? Itch.
There is a saying in the country: “Nothing is more attractive than your neighbor’s property.” The grass is always greener on their side of the fence, and you just want your horses to be eating it. There is a constant, persistent desire for a “bigger place” that just never, ever goes away. Another guaranteed factor after purchasing a farm is What’s One More? Syndrome. Absent of the built-in governor of a monthly board check, you buy a farm and start adding to your collection of misfits, er, future Olympic contenders like you’re auditioning for Hoarders: Buried Alive. Any common sense you formerly possessed, backed up by a monthly bill from your barn owner, pretty much just evaporates the moment you sign next to that little sticker that says “Buyer.”
One Olympic Contender, and one Misfit
Farm ownership is a constant carousel of trial, error, and self-doubt. Will a riding lawn mower be enough to mow my pastures? When do I put grass seed down? What kind of fertilizer do I use? Fertilizer cost how much!??! All of this evolves into “Gee, it sure would be nice to just turn the horses out and not have to worry about throwing hay….” Enter: The Itch.
It starts innocently enough. You’re buying your 97th roundbale over the winter, and you pause to think how nice it would be to have seas of rye grass to put the tiniest dent in your hay bill. You brush it off as something you can’t afford, and you move on. You visit a friend’s farm, with all her lovely broodmares and babies frolicking in a 10 acre grass pasture. You go home and punch “20 acre minimum” into the MLS. Again, determine you can’t afford what you want, move on. But, The Itch persists. Soon, you’re obsessively checking the MLS twice a day, and have searches set up on every single website, just in case one misses something. Everything is too far, the wrong soil, has the wrong improvements, or is fantastically over-priced. Then, one day, a little thumbnail photo catches your eye. This could be The One. The One that satisfies The Itch.
Stay tuned for Part 2: The Farm Buying Process, and How To Move The Old Farm to the New Farm without Sedatives aka: “So, you’ve bought a new farm. Now what?”
Boot Ranch is our favorite vacation (or permanent!) home community in the Texas Hill Country. When Chef Aaron J. Staudenmaier moved to Fredericksburg (from Dallas — he worked under Chef Kent Rathbun at Abacus, Jasper’s and at the farm-to-table concept, Rathbun’s Blue Plate Kitchen) to become the Boot Ranch Executive Chef in October 2012, he came with a vision to showcase the best of the Texas Hill Country farms and vineyards in five-star style. With several seasons of exploring the best farmers and vendors in the area under his belt and refining his creative ideas with their ingredients, Chef Staudenmaier is ready to share some of his introspection and findings. His quest continues and the bounty begins:
We’re back to sweet residential ranches this week on Ranch of the Week, and this one’s a beaut! Just 20 minutes outside Rockwall, this fabulously updated ranchette at 4230 Val Rose is a charming slice of country, with all the amenities and conveniences of the city. Seriously, isn’t it just darling?
Howdy, folks, and welcome to Barefoot Farms. We’ve explored a lot of cute hobby farms, nice vacation homes, and quaint gentleman’s ranches here on Ranch of the Week. This is not one of those times. It’s time to cowgirl up a little (ok, a lot), and check out a real incoming-producing working horse property in Sanger, Texas.
This is Barefoot Farms, a 19.26-acre equestrian paradise for the serious horse trainer, breeder, or anyone aspiring to own a big-time boarding business.
There are six different living quarters on the property, including a charming three-bedroom two-bath main home that has been completely remodeled into the perfect practical owners’ quarters.
Barefoot Farms is really quite whimsical for such a hardcore horse property, which honestly, I just love about it. The guest quarters and ranch hand house have a country-chic southwestern feel that just makes you smile.
Alright, I’ll admit — what really made me smile about this amazing facility were the incredible equine amenities. This place is a horse lover’s dream. The six barns have more than 90 stalls, complete with multiple tack rooms, wash racks, and two hot walkers.
Thanks to this totally bi-polar winter we’ve been having here in Texas, everyone with an indoor arena is envied by the rest of us horse owners. This farm has not only a 120- x 200-foot covered arena, but also a covered round pen for your all-weather riding activities.
The full-size outdoor arena features all-around lights and a roping chute, and there are plenty (over 30) turnouts for your equine friends leisure time. All pastures have pipe-and-cable fencing.
There’s no doubt, Barefoot Farms is an absolute stunner. This paradise of equestrian bliss is offered for $1,600,000.00 by Ebby Halliday Realtor Andrea Bedell.