Buck N. Fried

Raised on a strict diet of NASCAR and pork rinds, Buck N. Fried scribes from the beer-stained recliner of his trailer palace, nestled between a Cracker Barrel and that sacred Walmart parking lot. A devout worshiper of the Holy Trinity – Guns, Trucks, and Country Ballads – Buck is here to enlighten y'all city slickers about the less-spoken miracles of moonshine and the spiritual serenade of V8 engines. When he's not breaking news, he's breaking ribs – and sometimes teaching his coonhound, Merle, to sing Dixie out back. If there’s one thing Buck’s got haters and lovers, it’s his undying devotion to never missing a sale on bulk ammo or deep-fried delights. Write him off, and he'll write you a country song that'll haunt your nightmares.