The classic fall vacation dilemma: a hunting trip, a resort getaway, or just hitting Medieval Times to drown your loneliness in sweet goblets of mead and sweeter historic inaccuracy. Combining all three, Greystone Castle Sporting Club.
Resting on a 1,400ft tall mesa an hour west of Ft. Worth, this medieval-style moss-walled fortress houses five rustic multi-suite lodges and an open-air courtyard, and's surrounded by 4,000 acres of anything you could possibly want to murder, from the feathered, to the aquatic, to a bevy of just-added exotics that are as rare as an unscrambled view of Night Calls. Hunts are all-inclusive (lodging, meals+snacks, open bar, taxodermy prep), led by guides whose customized expeditions start with a new "I Can't Believe I Can Kill That" menu including water buffalo, sable, wildebeest, Ibex, zebra (prized for its delicious fruity stripes), and nyala -- either a Southern African antelope, or a one-named R&B singer whose sultry ballads will slay you. More traditional prey-stalking entails 200+ point whitetail deer, three catch-and-release trophy bass lakes known for producing 10+ pounders, and Orvis-endorsed wingshooting of quail, duck, pheasant, and partridges, whose musical careers you'll cut blessedly short.
Beyond the hunt, Greystone offers a full array of resort amenities (gym, pool, hot tub...), plus a multi-level double-wobble sporting clay shooting stand and safari-like tours of the grounds, for if you've had too much mead, and your aim's grown historically inaccurate.