The Old Dog Barks

I grew up reading Jeff Cooper. He was the heavy-hitter of our generation. Nice to see some of his words resurface.

If your truck is worth more than your mobile home, you could be a redneck.

If the guns in the truck are worth more than it is, you could be a redneck.

If none of your vehicles has two wheel drive, you could be a redneck.

If the terms muddin’, booniein’, or hell-ride are part of your courtship ritual, you could be a redneck.

If you think that ‘laptop’ refers to a mode of carrying a revolver while road-hunting, you could be a redneck.

If you can remember the names of all six of your coon-hounds, but not all four of your grand-kids, you could be a redneck.

If you tolerate poison ivy because it keeps folks out of the yard, you could be a redneck.

If half your children were conceived on a pressed-steel glider swing under the willow tree in the front yard, you could be a redneck.

If your folks told you not to date your first crush because she’s actually a cousin, you could be a redneck.

If you dated her on the sly anyway, you could be a redneck.

If you wound up marrying her sister, you are definitely a redneck!