Is the sneering, condescending trashing of rural American males really necessary?
And they have white meat like pork, not possum.
I'm an equal opportunity trasher who happens to live in the southeast.
We could do upper midwest, Yooper, New England, Philly, Chicago, Maine (as distinct from New England), Boston (as distinct from New England), South Florida, Florida Panhandle, Texas (West Texas, South Texas, Austin, Houston, Dallas, Ft. Worth, San Antonio, Panhandle, German hill country, Wichita Falls), SoCal, NoCal, Portland, Seattle, Utah, Alaska, NYNY, rural NY, Long Island, the Bronx, Jersey (depending on the exit), Sand Mountain (AL), Indianapolis, WDC, Sedona . . .
I, by choice, live in a suburb where Main Street is called Main Street, Main Street is only three blocks long, and the annual town day includes a flip-flop parade. Camo is not a fashion choice, it's a lifestyle, and I can spit from here and hit three gun stores. I don't hunt, but I get my venison each year from a fellow Scout leader who does.
I would rather eat possum, and I have, than go to a country club.
If you have a problem with the youngest Johnson girl's bad eye, then just get me started on the interbreeding of Boston society, both Gentile and Jewish, or the names given children in Utah, or how the best Pacific Northwestern food I ever ate (as someone who lived in Seattle) was in Sioux Falls, SD.
The scuppernongs.
I was involved in selling properties once owned by a defunct textile mill company.
The metes and bounds for one tract involved a scuppernong something-or-other, and a painted wagon axle (among others).
That's not entirely unusual.
In just two years (plus or minus) of practicing real estate law, I saw some doozy landmarks in places as far flung as South Dakota, San Diego, Borger (TX), and South Bend. The scuppernongs were in Alabama.