It turns out that I have a bit of a hick in me.

I spent my weekend in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a few folks I know
and lots that I don't. It wasn't long before I was wearing camouflage, riding
4-wheelers, and looking through magazines of hunting and fishing gear. If not
for an accident of birth..

Of course, as Mike pointed out, I ruined my tough country gal act by squealing
every time I found a tick crawling on me.