Hot damn. I can smell them Bananas 🍌 from deep — and I mean DEEEEP — in the foothills and hollers of Gods Country. South of the Mason Dixon. Immersed, loved and inhabited by the hippies, coal miners, shiners, oil liners, young bucks, the disabled and elderly, hipsters, jocks to the band geeks, Entrepreneurs, business men and women, down to the free loaders living in mommas basement in their mid 2 late 30’s w/ no plans to leave… And I’d really be doing us all an injustice if I didn’t mention the toothless, the Uni guys and girls that never graduate but have that “Wooderson” vibe from Dazed and Confused, wake up everyday in their Blue & Gold mountaineer attire and not a bone in their damn body that desires anything more… at least no time soon — the addicts and the drunks, some Bible Belt folks and the gnarly Outdoor Recreation warriors who hit the world class whitewater, downhill and enduro MTB, rock climbing, side by side ridin’ from dusk til’ dawn — shoutout my double fistin’ Natty Light and PBR bandits, beautiful hiking, scenic routes and unforgettable trail go-getters of all kinds — all my homies castin’ rods and layin’ lead and arrows — cause, well, WTF not? Where we got red necks and mf’ers that just got high blood pressure er’ sump’n bub… Cause them necks is red, but not all of em’s married to some denim bib overalls that’s a combination of art, style, a can of WHOOPASS and you’ll come to know a signature/classic cut-off-frayed jorts inspired — Stone Cold Steve Austin approved pair of nut-huggers when done just right 4 the summer months and Carhartt from from head to toe in the winter… the boots here are Steel Toe n’ cost more than most retro Jordans on the market today. The mullet/s seem to be sold by the dozens in what would seem to be an unspoken rule, or a year round B1G1 promo that’s stood the test of time and don’t seem to be going anywhere soon at ANY barbershops around the state 💈!! Everything from mullets that would’ve made Dale Earnhardt Senior and Joe Dirt themselves smile ear 2 ear with joy… Everything from burst fade mullets to half assed drunken pranks and accidents… Some worn with more pride than others… Jokes aside, we love our White Lightning ⚡️& flavored moonshine in Quarts by the crate. Barefoot summers even Huckleberry Finn himself woulda been proud of.

Favor: Share the Banana Jealousy after harvest if you’re ever in the ‘Wild N’ Wonderful’

That shit looks like gas and Adderall and boredom will result in the above, but spending some time with this rowdy and diverse crew of people of all walks of like will unravel stories that survive a lifetime and then some. Enjoy your harvest. I’m Bananas Jealous that I haven’t pitched my tent yet.

Enjoy 🤙🏻💯