Preamble legal and politically correctness statement:
This thread is not intended to villify, mock, defend, or intimidate other people in any way. The intention is to define what could be considered a redneck as the definition means different things to different people. This thread is a serious study of cultural and personal values and you won't be paid shit for your participation.

Here's my understanding of the "redneck" label.

1. Somebody who takes a shot with a high powered rifle at the pot-bellied pig in your front yard and later recants the huge Javalina 'bout ready to charge. This is a no-shit situation that happened to me in TX. (No names or photos shall be released as everyone has the right to get a little drunk now and then.)

Next?

 

It is a little like a train wreck happening in slow motion.
-Lee

 

My wife gave me a Jeff Foxworthy calendar a few years ago, and I culled a few of my favorites from the caledar.

1. you might be a redneck if you taught your children how to play "Pull my finger"

2. --- your wife's work uniform has no top

3. --- your landscape gardening features cattle skulls (that was for my wife)

 

You know your a redneck when your house has more miles on it than your car!!!

 

You are MOST LIKELY a redneck if you have the volume up so high on your television to mask the sound of your barking dog!

Face this one every day people.

 

redneck talk in the SW?

shit, I'm a redneck (literally) recently since I've been dropping the top w/o sunscreen .....

 

... Well, for that matter, we are all rednecks by color!
Do you have any encounters with other people that make you wonder about your desire to "rise above"?

 

I have horses at a working horse ranch - draw your own conclusions.

 

Yes. Of course Splenda. Tons of experience.

I dated a girl from South GA when I lived in FL. It took me a month to retune my hearing to understand her father. Truely a nice man, but from another world from my experiences.

Case in point. Said ex-GF and I went for vacation in Maine to check out the NE. Carried home some live Maine lobster to her parents house in Adel, GA. Boiled those bastards alive and feasted. Her dad used the Walnut crackers to beat open the claws instead of crush them open. What a mess. He was all smiles. Good lobster BTW.

 

Good lobster indeed. Me, myself, I like to drag crab and shrimp from 400 ft from the Puget Sound. We make a day of it. We get oysters, and in May, we get shrimp and crab. We're a bunch of happy fishermen and we feast like freaks. Why should people who tend to horses feel any different?
Personally, I don't care for horses, because the most brutal men I've ever known were horse lovers.
When my uncle died, I could give a shit less. He cared more for his horses than he did for my cousins. He was a sick freak and I'm glad he's dead.