There's a lot of jokes about Rednecks and duct tape but it's true. Rednecks can fix anything with duct tape. Look in a Redneck's truck and you will find duct tape, ratchet straps, come-alongs and baling wire. That and a hammer, cresent wrench and pliers you can do anything. Although it can be tricky. A guy I know slid off a muddy road & got stuck. He hooked his come-along around a tree to try and pull the truck out but it wouldn't come, so he got the brilliant idea to put a rock on the gas pedal and wedge a stick in the steering wheel so the wheels would stay going straight. The truck came out of the mud on the second pull but when it jerked the stick broke so the steering wheel was free and the truck started driving around the tree. He slipped the first try to get in the driver's door and it ran over his foot. He got in the second try and got it stopped just as it snugged up against the tree. I swear to you I am not making this up.
Rednecks keep everything, as I mentioned before, in case something needs to be fixed or they need to build something, When you're driving around you can tell a redneck's house. There will be junked out trucks, farm equipment, lumber, pipe, rolls of barb wire "out back". Then there's the old house deal. Around here you'll be driving by a nice place then see an old falling in trailer house or a dilapidated house with half of the roof gone behind the nice house. Most of them look like the next big thunderstorm we have will blow the down but there they sit. I guess they're saving them for parts too. Another reliable tell is the house will be rundown but there will be a nice new barn or shop beside it. There are the places where there's a frame up for a shop or barn but it's never been finished. Then there's the places where the horses and/or cows are grazing in the front yard and there's round bales of hay lined along the driveway,
Then there's the scarier places that sit back off the road that you can't see. There's a driveway with a pack of dogs lying in the middle of it. Kind of like my husband's great uncle's place. His great aunt & uncle lived in the Timber Hills in a salvage. All you could see from the road was the shop but over the rise were 2 ancient trailer houses. They lived in one with one of their daughters and her daughter & husband. Their other daughter and her husband and their 3 kids lived in the other. When you drove up the driveway all whole mess of snot nosed bare footed kids would scatter leaving a pack of mangy dogs and bunch of chickens with about 5 feathers on each of them. The kids were going to worn the grown ups someone was there and who it was. Strangers did not pull up that driveway, not that there were any strangers driving around out there any way. Don't get me wrong, when you went in the houses they were always spotless. I don't remember a time that we showed up that we weren't offered a plate of food and a drink and a place to sleep if it started getting late. They didn't have much but whatever they had was ours if we needed it because we were family and family takes care of one another. That, my friends is the Redneck Way,
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