I grew up on Mercer Island, and folks in Georgia are always positively stunned when I tell them that, growing up, I briefly wanted to become a NASCAR driver. They were also stunned when I told them that the main drag of town has a section where you can (and people, at least when I was growing up, often did) ride a horse along the side of the road. They were also stunned when I told them that liberals who possess at least 5 guns and NRA membership cards are not hard to find on Mercer Island, or that where my parents live now there are not one, not two, but ten redneck style monster trucks on the (suburban) stret. A friend of mine from Newport Hills, Bellevue once told me that Mercer Island is the rich, liberal version of Alabama (the rich part makes it more equivalent to Odessa, Texas, but whatever...)
For a redneck good time, you need a redneck,, its best when meeting a redneck you have cheap beer/malt, gun/s, and explosives (you can always look online) Then go far away from the city in any direction. keep going until you see mobiles and abnormal amounts of pickups and start talking to anyone preferably the dirtier the better or teenagers. if you give em beer they'll take you to the local "mud bog" where you can blow the heads off of cows and light some trees on fire,, if you have furniture to burn you should probably bring that too.
Proof that you have no idea what a real Redneck is. Seriously? Gun range? Fair? Trout farm? Stick to the hipster bs that you do well and leave the guns, loud cars, and general red-neckery to the big kids.