It took a while for Fred Tuttle's life to become art. But once that happened, politics followed. For 50 years, Tuttle, 79, was a dairy farmer until bad health--three heart attacks, cataracts, arthritis, diabetes, prostate cancer--forced him to retire in 1989. Then John O'Brien, a neighbor and local filmmaker, cast Tuttle as the lead in his 1996 film, Man with a Plan. In the movie a retired dairy farmer, also named Fred Tuttle, runs for Congress because, well, he needs the money. "I spent all my time in the barn," the fictional Fred tells voters. "I'd just like to spend a little time in the House." With no platform and little money, the sweet but mischievous Fred beats the incumbent by one vote. The movie became a state art-house hit and Tuttle a star, SPREAD FRED bumper stickers pasted to cars zipping along I-89.
Now the movie looks less "mockumentary" than cinema verite. Egged on by O'Brien, a Democrat, Tuttle entered the G.O.P. primary for the Senate against businessman Jack McMullen in July. McMullen has law and business degrees from Harvard; Tuttle dropped out in the 10th grade. McMullen, a millionaire, spent $475,000, including $227,000 of his own money. Tuttle lives on Social Security and spent $200, mostly for Porta-Potti's at his nickel-a-plate "FredFest" fund raiser. McMullen ran ads and crisscrossed the state. Tuttle sat on his porch nursing his bum knee, venturing out for debates only in the campaign's last week. Tuttle beat McMullen, 24,561 votes to 19,962.
Talk about an upset victory. Everyone--except perhaps Democratic incumbent Patrick Leahy--is upset that Tuttle won. Republican officials are shocked to find themselves saddled with a candidate who says of his opponent, "I like Pat. He's a smart man, and he's done a good job." Tuttle's wife Dottie refused to vote for Fred, and wishes this foolishness would stop. "I hope they have more sense than to vote for my husband," she snaps. And Tuttle says his bid against McMullen, who has lived in Vermont only about a year, was meant to be a protest run. "Someone asked him what he would do if he won the primary, and he said run," says his daughter Deborah. "But he didn't mean for the seat. He meant the other way."
The consensus is that Vermonters saw McMullen as a "flatlander," or outsider, who thought his money would make up for his recent move from Massachusetts. (The Tuttles came from Massachusetts too--in 1832). "McMullen was a walking insult," says Frank Bryan, a University of Vermont political science professor. "Who the hell does he think he is?" Tuttle kept the state in stitches as he humorously--but devastatingly--pointed out McMullen's flaws. In one debate Tuttle asked McMullen to pronounce the name of a Vermont town, Calais. McMullen fumbled. (It may be cah-lay in France, but it is cah-las in Vermont.) He couldn't define a tedder (hay fluffer). What's worse, shortly after competing in a milking contest, he said cows have six teats. "I mean, oh, my God!" Tuttle yelled, amazed that his opponent had added two teats to the state's bovine residents.
McMullen, who has not conceded, is still sour. "This primary was hijacked by hardened partisans," he says of the Democrats and independents who crossed over to vote for Tuttle in the open primary. Ever the ham, Tuttle shakes his cane and says, "How could I hijack the whole state of Vermont?"