Houston is pretty metropolitan. Get out of town aways, they're out there.
I've got an old friend in Buna up near Beaumont. Old and bed-bound now, in his day he was quite a critter. Like a lot of small cattlemen, he worked a day job and raised cows on the side. He had a hundred acres of pasture interspersed with pecan trees.
Mike was born and raised about a mile and half from me. Raised a cattleman, married a cattleman's daughter. Probably born bowlegged and so thin if he turned sideways, you'd lose sight of him. Made a heckuva sight bouncing around his place in a ratty old pickup with his running buddy, a black jaguar. May have been born in Louisiana, but he'll die pure Texas. Which won't be too long.
That's the bad thing about getting older. Older you get, the less friends you got.