The only time I ever saw my Dad come plumb unwound was a day when one of our bulls got through a fence into a neighboring farmers pasture. We had a!ready got the bull out, fixed the fence, and were riding our horses back to where we had unloaded, when the farmer drove up, climbed over the fence onto our side.
He had never fixed fence in his life, but started cussing us out. My Dad put up with him for bit, but he finally had enough. He shook out a loop, spurred his horse, and started after the guy. He yelled "You wrinkle bellied sod bustin' sumbitch!!"
You shoulda seen that plow jockey run. I'll bet he cleared that bobwire fence by three foot.
I had never heard my Dad even raise his voice against another man, and I had never heard that phrase before or since.
I will say this, I think ol Pappy kinda enjoyed letting himself go for a change. He run around with his neck bowed for about 3 days.