My friends call me Huck, and I have a bunch of nieces and nephews who call me.........

Uncle Huck

Doubt it on this one

First middle initials, last name

I figured that you drove a Freightliner

I make big pieces of metal into smaller pieces of metal.

My Dad gave it to me. He said, "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough and I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along so I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die and it's the name that helped to make you strong.

He coulda name you bill or John or anything but fuzzy bunny

So.....did y'all have to fight in the mud the blood and the beer?

I really don’t like to talk about it, but after not seeing my father for years I ran into him in a Gatlinburg bar and hit him right between the eyes. Things went down hill from there, and I pulled my pistol and was fixing to shoot his ass when he explained things to me.

But yeah if iI ever have a kid I’m going to name him Bill or George, any damn thing but Fuzzy Bunny.

Or even mark. Anything but fuzzy bunny. Hope you hit em riht between the eyes

I did and I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when. He bit like a mule and kicked like a croccodile.

Pretty self explanatory. I love F-150’s and have had a bunch of them over the years.

Either i like chicken. A lot. Or it could be name related

I thought your dad was a sander... 🤣🤣

Well he’s got a good point there

I get around.

Rifle I had before it and all the others got burnt up in the big brush fire of ‘93.

Growing up we used to call anyone who could shoot well Deadeye. Since shooting well is the only thing left that I do well....well there you go...oh and I was 48 when I joined aldeer

I Like Beer...

I hunts.

It was my stage name