I don't have a pickup truck!

I have a dog.

I also have a full compliment of guns.

I wear plaid wool shirts and jeans.

I'm a dang good shot. I hit what I aim at and I eat what I shoot... 'cept for trespassers. They're too hard to clean, you just bury them and move on. Damn waste of ammo.

The only thing that keeps me from being considered a red neck is the lack of a pickup truck. Nor do I want a pickup truck. Very much.

I do have an SUV, but it's a Buick and not a Ford or Chevy. They could be considered pickup truck 'like'.

It all started with the dog.

My wife won't let me even look at pickup trucks now. Of course, needing her to 'let' me look at a truck makes me a wuss and totally disqualifies me from "redneck-dom".

This is actually quite OK with me. I assume my dog is OK with it too, he hasn't complained... Too much...

My wife loves me.

I have a dog.

Wool shirts are warm.

Life is good.

Regards,
WebMouse