Corsicana Daily Sun, Corsicana, Texas

Opinion

July 29, 2013

Camo-mania

O.K., it was on the last visit of our niece and her family to us on Golden Pond last December that I became aware of the “Duck Dynasty” phenomenon. In addition to my usual Houston Texans t-shirt, they gave me another one that blew my mind. It was a dirty UPS brown shirt with a picture of four camouflaged-clad, ZZ-Top looking wannabes glaring out with the caption, “Brothers of the Beard...Duck Dynasty.” I smiled graciously just like uncles have always done over Christmas ties, thanked them profusely, and then said, “Just what the heck is this?”

Casey and Billy were flabbergasted that I did not know about the Robinson Cartel of West Monroe, Louisiana, known throughout the free world as “Duck Dynasty.” On the outside chance you are not familiar with this backwoods “Dallas” hit reality show, I present the following overview of the Robinson family tree.

The patriarch of the clan is one Phil Robertson. In the early 1970s, he excelled as the starting quarterback at Louisiana Tech University (ahead of the then unknown Terry Bradshaw) and turned down a pro-football contract with the Washington Redskins because it would interfere with his hunting lifestyle and he didn’t want “...large, violent...men chasing me trying to stomp me in the dirt.” Phil is a legend in Louisiana and the duck-hunting world due to his unique “Duck Commander” duck calls fashioned from the wood of Louisiana cedar trees. About the time he began hand-crafting his duck calls, he married his grade-school and high school sweetheart, “Miss Kay” Robertson nee Caroway when she was 16 years old. The feisty Miss Kay is the real boss of the clan and cooks for the many family gatherings. No one can whomp up possum, squirrel, and ‘gater like Miss Kay. Phil and his whole clan are devout believers of the gospel of Jesus Christ and their family tree resembles one that might be found in the Old Testament.

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