Redneck Surprise

Our closest neighbor likes to hunt. If there’s anything in season, he’ll be out in the woods hunting with gun or bow. Deer, quail, turkey… I’ve heard him talk about hunting all sorts of things. He also likes to fish.

He picked between two cable companies by going with the one that has “The Outdoor” channel. He has a monster ATV he rides all over creation. The further he can get out in the boonies, the better he likes it. Lean and lanky, with a nice southern drawl, he’s just a “good ole boy”. In short, if you’re looking for the definition of redneck, he lives next door.

At least, that’s what I thought when I first knew him.

But people are generally more complex than you suppose, and he’s a prime example of why you “shouldn’t judge a book by its’ cover” or rely on stereotypes too much.

Having lived here all his life, he knows everyone in the country. And come summertime, it seems just about everyone he knows with a garden brings him some of their produce. As he’s told me many times, he doesn’t have any need to fuss with gardening, cause he gets more than he can use from friends.

Just last night, Mr. Hunter called over to ask if we could use any fresh green beans, tomatoes and/or cucumbers. He informed me he had four boxes of tomatoes, and was tired from standing all day canning them, and would I like to take some off his hands?

Yes, this Super Redneck Hunter does the canning at his house. He cooks too.

I never would have dreamed this macho hunting machine would ever be caught dead in the kitchen when I first knew him. A redneck chef? Nahhhh… but he does indeed cook and can and who knows what else I may discover the longer we live here and the better we get to know him.

Yep, he’s a real Redneck Surprise.
I just love such fun kinds of suprises!