In the rural south the people just want to be left alone. We decide how to raise our family, who to vote to represent us and which law we are willing to follow. Drink beer every day with our meals and we attend church on sunday.

Sitting on the porch with family and talking about the fishing and the crops are a favorite past time.

We sit in trees all day fighting mosquitoes just to kill something. We do the same thing at night. We wrestle alligators for fun and for meat.

We all carry a pistol and a knife. Some maybe a little bit more.

The Manchac Swamp is full of the bones of those who wanted to change our way of life.

The Pearl River has a few stories to tell.

There are family feuds here that bridge generations and claimed more lives over a dog that the Hatfields and the McCoys could ever claim.

We have cemeteries long forgotten in the national forest, known only by the family, and the few hunters who dare the deep swamp.

When the next demonrat war starts this will be the place it will end.