You might be a redneck if...

You might be a redneck if you've ever killed, cooked, and eaten a wild hog on your own property. OK so my dad and brother and Birch did most of the killing and cooking but I did eat it and it was pretty good. My dad, Tysen, Michael, and Daylon went hunting for wild hogs after Christmas and set a trap. When they came back they had caught 6 of them and proudly brought them out to our house to build a pen and fatten them up a bit. On New Year's Eve after a bit of internet research on how exactly to cook a whole hog, they decided to call Birch, a friend of my Dad's for no other reason than he is from Louisiana so surely he knows how to do it. No stereotype there right. Well it turns out he did so our entire family, the Birch family, and the Sullivan's all got to enjoy pork that had been roasting in a pit for hours. We then had a little firework celebration in the back yard.
Of course you will notice in the pictures of Shelby eating that she just has a hot dog on her plate.
I trusted their methods enough to try it myself but I didn't give her any until we had all eaten and nobody had dropped dead. I can tell you this is not something I ever really thought I'd be doing for New Years Eve. I think my past New Years Eve's were spent at concerts or other parties where things like high heels and cocktail dresses were appropriate. But hey I do live in Texas now and when in Rome...