You might be a redneck if you are proud of your family's heritage.
Or if your name is Wally Porter and talk with a slow Southern drawl.
Or maybe your wife is named Becky and is as pretty as the day is long.
Could be if you have fished the wild Kissimmee River since you were a boy.
You probably have sunken an air boat, a bass boat and killed many an alligator.
You go fishing for shellcrackers that hide in the lily pads (that hold gators).
You own an air boat named (and I'm not making this up): "Bad Bowl Of Grits".
You live on a small farm in Plant City and raise your own crops to survive.
Your beautiful wife makes something so delicious called "Cowboy Candy".
You serve swamp cabbage (no really) with BBQ at your family reunion.
You hunt deer twice a year and always have a freezer full of venison.
Yes, you might be a redneck if your name is Wally Porter.
And, you would be lucky as hell to call him your friend.
I do, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.