Father Kit Cool Gun Garth Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 "And just be proud of what makes you countryWhatever makes you country" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Utah Bob #35998 Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 35 miles to the grocery store makes me country. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpo Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 Some of that song makes no sense. Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies Okay, I get the tires and buddies, but YOUR FIRES? Backing in boats, fishing limb lines Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines Now, just what the heck does FISHING LIMB LINES mean? Never seen anyone run a bird dog. You run hounds. They CHASE game. But bird dogs FIND game. Can't do that while running. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Utah Bob #35998 Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 Limb lines are for catfishing. Tie a line to a tree limb. Drop it in the water and take a nap. And big bonfires. With beer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forty Rod SASS 3935 Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 1 hour ago, Father Kit Cool Gun Garth said: "And just be proud of what makes you countryWhatever makes you country" Attitude. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sedalia Dave Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 12 minutes ago, Forty Rod SASS 3935 said: Attitude. THIS BTW I was C.ountry when Country wasn't cool. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Three Foot Johnson Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 UB has me beat - there is a small grocery store ten miles away with about six aisles if I don't want to drive all the way to Helena. Third generation farmer/rancher, mailbox is a mile and a half away from the house, starting my 64th year in February, and have never lived in a town other than four years USN. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DocWard Posted December 3, 2018 Share Posted December 3, 2018 I don't know that I'm country. I don't know that I'm city. I'm confident I'm not suburban. I was raised in the city, going to an inner city high school. Many of my summers were spent roaming the woods of Southeastern Kentucky. When I go outside now, depending on the direction the wind is coming from, I smell the smells of horse farm or cow pasture. Either way, I don't judge my countryness by the size of my fires. Sounds like someone is compensating. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lawdog Dago Dom Posted December 4, 2018 Share Posted December 4, 2018 Working for a school district that has "Tractor Day," where students can drive tractors to school. Getting compliments on my cowboy hat as I walk down the halls. Deer hunting is an excused absence. Bicycles sit in the racks all day without locks. Kids have pictures of fish and game on their phones that they harvested with dad or grandpa. Bonfires can be any night of the week. I can hear coyotes with a fresh kill. Or owls hooting. Deer trying to pick sunflower seeds out of the bird feeder. When I tell that to friends in Chicago they say, "I'm sure you can. You're way out in the country." So if enjoying simple pleasures, common courtesy and respect mean I am "country", then so be it. I wouldn't trade it for the best penthouse on Lake Shore Drive. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Four-Eyed Buck,SASS #14795 Posted December 4, 2018 Share Posted December 4, 2018 I was a city kid, went to an inner city high school. Moved into the town ship about 20 years ago. can hear the peepers and crickets at night when the AC's aren't running. Got deer, turkeys, raccoons, possums, rabbits, coyotes. If not actual country, it's close Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackwater 53393 Posted December 4, 2018 Share Posted December 4, 2018 20 hours ago, Sedalia Dave said: BTW I was C.ountry when Country wasn't cool. And I was cool before they claimed it as country!! I wore flannel and slouch cowboy hats when Country wouldn’t claim ‘em!! I wore plain Cuban heel boots when Country demanded gaudy colors and intricate stitching. I wore a beard, even before beards were city, much less Country! Most of today’s “Country” is rooted in Southern Rock and that was REALLY, REALLY uncool with the Country crowd back when many of my friends were actually creating the genre and the style. Ain’t Country now and never was. I’ll leave it at that ‘cause I have friends who really are! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henry T Harrison Posted December 4, 2018 Share Posted December 4, 2018 When everyone else was wearing bell bottoms tie dyed shirts and sandals I was wearing boot cut jeans, flannel shirts and boots topped off with a black cowboy hat. Now I live where the hitching posts in town are not decroration so I guess I’m country Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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