In honor of Leon Chartier
Our farm started as a rebuild of what my grandparents used to have. I was seven years old when the barn was struck by lightening in early November. Being that it was in November meant that the lofts were full of hay. In an instant the farm was mostly gone. Most of the animals, equipment and hay vanished in one day.
I have vague memories of the big barn and silo. What I do remember is dad always bringing animals home sporadically. A donkey, I was told to only feed with an open hand. I learned the hard way that they bite your fingers along with the carrot you are holding.
A pair of work horses, Duke and Dutches; they were beautiful and strong. A few goats and chickens here and there. In more recent years dad began to bring home a bit more with some help. My husband and I wanted a farm, We wanted to raise our own food as much as we could . We tried our own turkey one year and have continued to have own our Thanksgiving birds. The taste and appreciation for the animal are incredible when you do it yourself.
Eventually we brought cows home. At first, Angus and Hereford. While in Rhode Island my husband and father found a pair of Texas Longhorns for sale. It was the start of a whole new beginning. Our attention quickly went to Texas Longhorns. They are beautiful
majestic animals. They can be for both show and a food source. We were both sold when we had our first taste of the Texas Longhorn Beef. We are now proudly selling Registered Texas longhorn Beef. The flavor is incredible.
The nutritional value speaks for itself.
In December 2018 my dad and I found a registered Texas Longhorn Bull for sale in East Stroudsburg, PA. He was determined to get that bull here on the farm. Sadly dad didn’t get to see that happen. He passed peacefully on Christmas morning. About a week later a call came in from the owners of that bull. They said they had him and he was ours if we wanted him. As you can imagine I now wanted this Bull more than anything. This bull gave me a connection to my dad. We traveled to Pennsylvania and brought him home. Full of tears and pride as he came off the trailer and became part of our farm.
Our farm is named Double C Ranch. Meaning to include my parents and honor my grandmother. When I think of the three of them I think of hard working, honest, family loving people. We have heard from people who worked with my grandparents when this was their farm and the stories are great to hear. It captures my imagination when I hear about how they farmed and what they did in this town.
We are proud to bring you the freshest most flavorful beef for your table.
Thank you for choosing Double C Ranch.