listen to a story about a man named Jeb, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a buffalo crew.

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, oh, Jeb's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jeb, move away.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is.

Swimming pools.

Movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

I thought I heard shooting out here.

Don't tell me you found game in these hills.

We just doing a little target planking, Granny.

We tried smearing molasses on that rock over yonder and picking flies off it.

Yeah, not many of them showed up.

Must be too cold.

Okay, Pop.

Y'all can commence the shooting now.

Where's your target?

See that tree at the bottom of the holler?