A cattle rancher died and at the reading of his will he left the ranch to his three sons under one stipulation. The ranch hand never had a proper name. The sons were given a bottle of Scotch and 24 hours to come up with a proper name. They had to justify the name to the executor of the estate. So, 24 hours later the 3 sons walked into the executor's office and slammed the empty bottle down on to the desk. The oldest announced the name: -The Focus Ranch It's where the sun's rays meet. The executor paused was puzzled and then smiled. The ranch belongs to you three. Why did he give the ranch to the sons? It's where the sons raise meat.