Thursday I was a judge for a wild game cookoff. It was totally out of character for me but it was fun. I spent the afternoon and evening talking about hunting and guns, listening to country music, and drinking beer. This is how I know I was a redneck...
- I got up early to see the color photo of me with our deer cake on the front page of the West Alabama section of our local newspaper, and then called everyone I knew would be up at 6 am just to tell them about it.
- When a bride came in to talk about her wedding cake, saw our deer cake sitting on the worktable, and then commented that the legs were going in the wrong direction, I immediately cut the back legs off the deer and repositioned them facing forward.
- When the person in charge of the judges yelled "Git er done!" I knew exactly what he meant.
- I sampled fried rattlesnake, wild boar, venison chili and catfish gumbo prepared by cook teams named "Critter Cookers," "Bone Apetite, and "Pig Fitters." Then awarded the highest number of originality points to the fried rattlesnake.
- It seemed perfectly normal that people were walking around with shotguns.
- It didn't bother me that the only photo I have of the cake at the cook-off has porta-potties in the background.
- I spent $18 in the silent auction for a sign with wooden bass that says "Big Mouth in Charge" and it is hanging proudly on my front door.
Only in Alabama...that's why I love living here!