I'm not a TRUE redneck, I just pretend to be one

So Clinton finally dragged me out to go hunting. You can see me in my coveralls, but what you can't see is that I'm wearing my pajamas underneath. As much as I usually dread going because walking around in the dark isn't usually my thing, it wasn't a bad hunt. He promised me a short hunt and we got two coons in about 30 minutes. I was ok with that! Here are a few pictures of me looking fabulous while hunting.