Thanks for your very interesting comment. To be honest this website IS written by a hillbilly, me. I grew up in southeastern Ky. Also, you should be aware that the purpose of this site is not to present real hillbillies. It’s purpose is to make fun of the stupid stereotypes hillbillies have had to endure for so long.

It can be somewhat demeaning and insulting to the real hill folk, from my point of view. In any case, I’ve always wanted to meet a genuine hill person, but never got the chance. Always heard about their corn whiskey and white lightning too, but never had a sip.

My Dad was good friends with a family in West Virginia who lived in a tumble-down shack for years and years but I never got to go; they left me with my Grandmother. He and his buddy served in WWII and became fast friends although they lived hundreds of miles apart. Are West Virginians considered hill people?

Anyway, one day, oil and gas was discovered on the property. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bunch, but it didn’t go to their head. They still continued to live in the shack. Only trouble was when my Mom complained on one of their visits about the snake that bit her as she was walking through the screen door. My Dad took a look and determined it wasn’t poisonous, but she was so scared, she sat up all night ontop of the kitchen table. Truth be known, I think it tackled her shoe and didn’t actually bite her. Dad said they had about 35 hunting dogs on the property. Imagine the howling and ruckus from those dogs when they smelled game. I’ve got some old photos too of the whole clan.

The buddy’s wife is still living now in her late 80′s, but unfortunately Dad’s buddy passed a couple of years back. Dad’s still living and will turn 90 in a couple of months having outlived two wives. For a Yankee, he could pass for a real live hillbilly and gets teased a lot . Played the “juice harp” himself and guitar, and loves the old, twangy country songs he still listens to with one good ear.

bY NOW YALL IM GON TO GET SOME PREY