Look, Cliff Cash doesn’t want to alarm anybody, but as a North Carolina native with a mom who speaks in tongues, a dad who worked on pit crews in Nascar’s dirt-track days, and a lesbian big sister, he’s starting to think TV might not be making Southerners look good—less Southern Charm, more Southern Harm. Truly, when’s the last time you saw a southerner with a multisyllabic vocabulary and explicable storyline recounting a recent hurricane on the news? Then again, what God-and-Dale-Earnhardt-fearing Christian doesn’t go a little crazy when the socialisms and the Nobamas are coming to take your daddy’s junk-drawer .38 and your grandpappy’s hunting rifle, ‘cause they’re gonna melt ‘em down to make rings for abortion doctors’ gay Sharia weddings?

No one knows the woods like Paul. For twenty years he has hunted for the monster that killed his father. When local teens go missing after the annual Grassman festival, local news reporter Angela, asks for his help to "quietly" locate the children. Things soon take a turn for the worse and Paul is forced to call Beth. Now the woods are crawling with local authorities and volunteers. Will they find the children intime or will Paul come face to face with the monster who has haunted his nightmares - Grassman.

Work-obsessed Mike must reluctantly travel to rural Ohio to look after his four rambunctious nephews after their parents die in a car accident. What begins as a three-day trip to find foster care turns into weeks of farm-life mayhem – and the realization that he doesn’t need to find them a home, they’ve found one for him.