was somewhat disconcerted to see a buck-toothed character in dungarees (US= "bib and braces" ?), sporting a long hunting rifle and grinning at me from a distance of about six inches.   

Scenes from "Deliverance" flashed through my mind (as they do on such occasions), but he turned out to be quite harmless, and was intent only on shooting game for his pot.

Yes, it often turns out that our stereotypes limit our ability to perceive commonality. (It's "bibs," or "bib overalls," or "overalls" BTW.)

I guess it's amusing to poke fun where we can, and thereby exalt ourselves another mini-notch, but we'd be dead up here in the Pennsyltucky part of our state without our "redneck" neighbors who have seen, and survived, it all-- including the "funny" visitors to the area who are kind enough to leave all their tourist bucks in our economy. Do we all dress a little red-neckier and talk a little more oddly in hunting and leaf-peeping seasons, to provide local color for the touriists? Sure! :~)

Oh, you prefer "Deliverance"? We can deliver that, too. :~)

~Susan