Growing up, anytime my family traveled west of Houston we would make it a point to stop at
Oakridge Smokehouse for some of their delectable Turkey Jerky. So I was thrilled, and maybe accidentally raised my voice too loudly out of excitement, when I saw the memorable store from the highway during our trip. Turns out that the jerky is even better than I remembered.





A Wiseman Once Said . . . You know you're in Texas when you see a caged raccoon in the trunk of someone's car while buying Turkey Jerky.
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