Wichita Falls

Interview: Allen Prine of Prine’s BBQ

Jan 29, 2014 By Daniel Vaughn

A newspaper clipping on the wall at Prine’s BBQ of Allen Prine and his late father, Harry Prine Jr. Owner/Pitmaster: Prine’s Barbecue, opened 1925 Age: 61 Smoker: Wood-fired brick pit Wood: Oak Like many third generation pitmasters, Allen Prine was a reluctant one. He had grander plans than working…

Cattle Driving for BBQ

Nov 8, 2013 By Daniel Vaughn

I cursed the Dallas traffic as I tried to get out of town on a rainy Tuesday morning. Secluded fields and old river crossings were my destination, and I was eager to leave the city behind me. I wanted to find the best barbecue along North Texas’s historic cattle trails.

1999 Bum Steer Awards

Jan 20, 2013 By Texas Monthly

A year of asking-for-it Aggies, badass broccoli, contraband coffee, Death Row decor, extrapolating elephants, faux feet, god-awful gimmickry, humongous heavyweights, incomparable ironers, judicial jimjams, kaput kowtowers, lame-brained liberals, moping millionaires, NASA ninnies, off-putting officials, prize-winning pignappers, quasi-comic quipsters, red-handed rapscallions, scarfable sod, theoretical thongs, ungodly ungulates, vomiting vegetation, wild-eyed window-breakers, xenophobic Xanthippes, Yankee yahoos, and zapped zealots.

The Texpatriates

Jan 20, 2013 By Michael DiLeo

As Sandra Scofield, Shelby Hearon, and Janet Peery are proving, you don’t have to live in Texas to be a Texas writer.

Ride, Charlie, Ride

Aug 31, 2010 By Charlie Llewellin

What possessed me to join about 14,000 people in ninety-degree heat to ride in one of the largest bicycle races in the country? Why the hell not.

Showdown at Waggoner Ranch

Jan 1, 2004 By Gary Cartwright

It’s the nation’s biggest spread within the confines of a single fence—more than eight hundred square miles extending across six counties. So it’s fitting that the family feud over its future is big too. And mythic.

Kid Gloves

Mar 1, 2002 By Jan Reid

Growing up in Wichita Falls, I was a skinny kid with buckteeth and a girl's name, so I got into my share of fights. To improve my odd's of winning-and turn my anger and fear into bravery and skill-I learned to box.

Bad Jobs

Nov 1, 1978 By Richard West

If working hard builds character, these people must be saints.