So, at the end of Whitetail, Jamie Southerland is completely dissociated after having to kill her sheriff lover, and she wanders off into the woods as Whitetail, never to be seen or heard from again. Until the inevitable sequel, of course.
After many months of becoming one with the Appalachian wilds, Whitetail ends up in Kentucky. She wants to be human again, and so transforms back into Jamie. Exhausted from her journey, she collapses naked on a mountain road.
Enter: a Ford F-150 loaded with white supremacists from a local machine-gun militia—the Knob Creek Nationals.
When Jamie awakens, she’s tied up. The good old boys and their dozens of equally ’tarded buddies have a bonfire going, and they’re fixin’ to mass-rape her. But they don’t know who they’re fucking with.
As they untie the seemingly dainty little redhead, she transforms into Whitetail, and the slaughter begins. She turns their machine guns against them and doesn’t rest until every last redneck has been transformed into a red mist.
The consensus is that this is the greatest Whitetail flick, but I would go further and say it’s maybe the best movie ever made. All hail Whitetail!