The West Texas night surround me it its chilly embrace, while overhead a million hard little stars twinkled. I sat in a hunting blind waiting for a hog to show at the Spike Box Ranch near Benjamin. The Spike Box Ranch is nearly 100,000 acres of a working cattle ranch. It's a rolling land of cactus and mesquite, red sand, and broken rock. I'd hunted this ranch before, in late August when the temperatures were over 100 degrees during the day. But now, sitting in an elevated blind of plywood on a February night, the temps were in the mid-30s and dropping, I wished for a little of that Lone Star heat.