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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
PROLOGUE
Call Me a Quack
1.
FORGIVING PHIL
Making Peace with the Past
2.
FAMILY TIES
Birds of a Feather Flock Together
3.
FIRST HUNT
Inheriting Phil’s Passion for the Chase
4.
BROTHERS IN ARMS
Fighting with the Boys
5.
HIGH SCHOOL DAYS
Becoming an Influencer for Good
6.
ARRANGED DATE
Falling in Love with Missy
7.
STRANGE CREATURES
Appreciating Frogs and Women
8.
RAINOUT
Navigating Young Marriage
9.
MY BOYS
Establishing New Priorities
10.
OUR LITTLE GIRL
Discovering True Beauty
11.
FACIAL PROFILING
Judging a Book by Its Cover
12.
CAMOUFLAGE
Becoming One with the Habitat
13.
SPRING CLEANING
Getting Ready for the Hunt
14.
HUNTING IN HEAVEN
Looking to the Future
Photographs
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my wife and best friend, Missy, who shared her heart throughout the book, thank you! Oh yeah, and for putting up with me when I became a bit grumpy from a lack of sleep. Due to my schedule, most of this book was written between midnight and five A.M.
To my kids, Reed, Cole, and Mia, for providing those moments in life when time stands still and for the contagious joy you spread to everyone around you.
To the Robertson family, who have always given me a seat at the dinner table, forgiveness, and plenty of laughs.
To my church family, who give me a place to worship with others and the encouragement to persevere in Christ.
To Mark Schlabach, for your organization skills and partnership in this book.
To Philip McMillan and Mike Williams, who helped me remember the details of stories from long ago. Thanks for always being there.
To my great friend and brother in Christ Barrett Satterlee, thanks for your insight and constructive encouragement in writing this book. Convincing me to come hunting with you has been one of the best decisions I have ever made, not just because of the ducks but because it provided me a human example of godliness, family, and friendship.
To Jeremiah of the Bible, who preached about God for over forty years with seemingly no response and penned these words in Jeremiah 20:9: “But if I say, ‘I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,’ his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”
PROLOGUE
CALL ME A QUACK
Wisdom is proved right by her actions.
—MATTHEW 11:19b
How many times have you heard the phrase “You can’t judge a book by its cover”? Well, that seems to be an accurate assessment of my family. The Robertson family tends to stand out, especially in public, because of our thick beards and camouflage, but perhaps even more so because of our gorgeous wives, who accompany us without acting like they were kidnapped!
As you might know, my family has a popular TV show called Duck Dynasty on A&E. It might be one of the reasons you’re reading my book. I believe it was our beards that caught people’s attention in the beginning, but I would like to think that our sincere love for one another is what keeps people watching. Not to mention, we are unashamed of our faith in Christ and we enjoy a ton of laughs together. It has been interesting reading so many different opinions on why this show is successful. No matter the reason, we humbly appreciate the support offered by so many people.
Of course, there has been a lot of speculation over the last couple of years that our wives must have married us bearded ugly ducklings because of our fame and fortune. The fact is that none of us had much at all when we met our wives, and our long, full beards came after we married them. Our crazy uncle Si likes to joke that our gift of gab—or “hot air,” as he puts it—is what helped woo our wives. Actually, our relationships were built on spiritual principles such as faith, hope, and love. Through our poverty, rugged appearances, and, at times, musty aromas, I learned that true joy doesn’t come from what you have or how you look but from what kind of man you are on the inside. On my second date with Missy, I explained to her my love for hunting and fishing, which often causes me to be gone for several days and sometimes weeks at a time. I figured my admission would rule out a third date, but I was surprised when she replied, “Okay.” I knew right then that Missy was a keeper, and she has become my spiritual soul mate and a wonderful mother to our three beautiful children.
One of the best things about Duck Dynasty is that the show allows us to be ourselves—it is reality TV, after all—although we don’t get to film, edit, or decide what ultimately gets broadcasted on TV in the end. I like to think it’s good, clean, lighthearted fun, and I don’t think there’s enough of that kind of entertainment in America anymore. We realized from the start of the show that we were being afforded an incredible opportunity to have a positive impact on so many people across the country and even throughout the world. My family and I are normal people who just so happen to have some of our funny moments and mouthwatering meals together broadcast on national TV. Oh yeah, and we consistently pray together, whether the camera is on or off.
From the very beginning of Duck Dynasty, my family decided not to compromise our faith, to stick together no matter what, and to preserve our hunting seasons.
This has not always been easy. There have been many trials that have accompanied the notoriety that comes along with having a top-rated TV show. Perhaps the most notable revolved around comments my dad made in an interview that created national attention and quite the media frenzy. It was shocking that so many news organizations offered commentary without the knowledge of how the interview was conducted.
We have done hundreds of interviews at the request of the show and this particular event is the only one I walked out on. In fact, the entire cast left except for my dad, the interviewer, and the publicist. My dad didn’t leave because the interview was conducted at his house. I asked my dad to stop the interview because the questions were hypothetical, argumentative, and controversial. But my dad has always used his home as a place to share his faith, offer love and hospitality, and answer the tough questions in people’s lives.
Phil was more concerned with the interviewer as an individual person than he was with the national magazine he represented. Most people would have kicked the interviewer out for his constant foul language and controversial questions, but my dad tried to answer them and even took the man on a tour of his land.
None of us took anything personal because we know there are those opposed to Bible-based lifestyles. We considered the whole ordeal a form of spiritual warfare and it brought us even closer together as a family. But even with this controversy, our lives really haven’t changed much. For whatever reason, most peo
ple assume that if your circumstances change, then your heart must change as well. Nowadays, people ask me crazy questions, like “What would you do if tragedy struck your family, or if your house burned down, or if they canceled your TV show?” My response is always the same: “Pretty much what I did yesterday, just not nearly as comfortably.” That is the reason fame and fortune haven’t altered the Robertson family. We consider the benefits that come from having a successful show as blessings from God to be used for something good. Second Corinthians 4:16–18 says: “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day . . . our light and momentary struggles are achieving for us an eternal glory . . . So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
I believe one of the reasons Duck Dynasty has been successful is the plethora of great storytellers in my family. The art of storytelling is a characteristic woven into our family heritage. One of the most asked questions about the stories told in my family is “How much of that is true?” Of course, the answer depends on who is telling the story. There is no doubt that Uncle Si is the most entertaining storyteller among the Robertson clan. One of his most famous stories is about the time his secondhand smoke made a deer cough. The story came about after many members of my family jokingly refused to let Si hunt our deer stands because of the odor he left behind. Deer hunters know the best survival defense for a deer is his sense of smell. Si seems to think that is just a superstition and has a coughing deer story to prove it.
Even though Si has quit smoking, we encourage him to hunt his own stand with the wind blowing in his face for best results. What makes Si’s stories so funny is his passion and mannerisms in telling them.
The stories I will share in this book are based on the truth to the best of my memory. My birth name is Jason Silas Robertson, and in a strange turn of events, I was actually named by my uncle Si. My dad—who I think has a guilty conscience for not witnessing my birth—has always called me Jase, and the moniker stuck. Si and I have always been close, and he has influenced my style of storytelling; however, I do try to stick to the facts. Since Uncle Si tends to stretch the truth a bit, some people assume none of my family is telling the truth when we share our past feats and accomplishments.
I’ll never forget the time I went duck-hunting with my buddy Mike Williams; you’ll read a lot about our adventures and shenanigans in this book. Mike and I were hunting blue-winged teal ducks, which tend to move en masse, so typically you’ll either shoot your limit or not see a duck. In other words, there is a lot of idle time involved with teal hunting, so we usually bring along our fishing poles. After a hunt with Mike one morning, in which we had not seen a single teal, I hooked a four-pound bass. Almost simultaneously, one lone blue-winged teal flew over our heads. As I was reeling in the bass, I reached for my shotgun, raised it with only my left hand, and shot the duck. Now, I’m right-handed but left-eye dominant. It was the first duck I ever shot left-handed, but it would be the first of many. I eventually made the switch to shooting left-handed permanently. It was the hardest obstacle I’ve ever had to overcome in hunting, but it made me a better shot because I’m left-eye dominant.
When Mike and I went back to my dad’s house and told him what happened, Phil didn’t believe us, even though we had the teal and bass as evidence. He’d told us about a similar feat many times before, when his friend Hookin’ Bull Thompson pulled in a fish with one hand and shot a duck with the other. I had heard the story many times, but only then did I realize it had now been duplicated. No matter how many times we told Phil about what I did, he didn’t believe us. He thought we made the entire story up because of the countless times he’d bragged about witnessing his buddy’s epic feat. Now, Mike is one of the most honest people you’ll meet, so he couldn’t believe Phil thought we were lying to him.
“I’m going to sign an affidavit about what you did,” Mike told me. “Maybe then he’ll believe us.”
“Oh, drop it,” I said. “That’s just how my family rolls.”
If you’ve watched enough of Duck Dynasty, you might actually believe Uncle Si is certifiably insane. He is actually just as crazy off camera—if not more so! Like Uncle Si says, you’d never want to be left alone with the thoughts inside his head.
Believe it or not, there was a time when a certain doctor believed I needed a psychiatric evaluation. In December 1989, shortly after the Soviets tore down the Berlin Wall, I went on a mission trip to the Ukraine with Mike Williams and Mike Kellett, who was the youth director at White’s Ferry Road Church in West Monroe, Louisiana. We went to the Ukraine to distribute food and share the Gospel of Jesus. Let me tell you something, it was the hungriest I’ve ever been in my life. We ran out of food during the trip, mainly because the people we fed looked like they needed it a lot more than we did. I’ll never forget going to the world’s biggest McDonald’s in Moscow on the way back home, where I ate five Happy Meals. The Happy Meals certainly made me happy, but the whole experience helped me to never take for granted how good things are in America compared to other countries.
Shortly after I returned home from the Ukraine, I became severely ill with what doctors believed was a parasite. I couldn’t hold my food down and lost a lot of weight. Different doctors kept prescribing me antibiotics, but none of them seemed to help. For a couple of months, I was poked and tested in a variety of ways, only to have more questions surface than answers. Then I was sent to an ear, nose, and throat doctor for an evaluation. I was sitting in a waiting room with a bunch of toddlers, when my name was called. By the time I got into the examination room, I knew I’d had enough.
“Hey, I’m outta here,” I told the doctor. “I’ll take my chances with the resurrection.”
Well, a couple of weeks later, my insurance agent called me. He was one of my lifelong friends and sounded concerned.
“Hey, Jase,” he said. “Your insurance company wants you to see a psychiatrist.”
Apparently, the ear, nose, and throat doctor recommended I undergo a full psychiatric evaluation based on my refusal to be examined, along with my speech on the resurrection! Apparently, he thought I was crazy. I convinced my buddy that I didn’t need a psychiatrist and eventually got over my illness. I would later read a passage of scripture in the Bible that caused me to smile in reflection on the entire ordeal. Second Corinthians 5:13 says: “If we are out of our mind, as some say, it is for God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you.”
Most people view me on Duck Dynasty as a bit of a “goofball” or someone who is extremely sarcastic (which is true) and who would rather hunt and fish than go to work (absolutely true). However, I hope that by reading this book, you discover that my carefree attitude and joy for life come from what I have found in Jesus Christ. My favorite verse from the Bible is Hebrews 13:8: “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” If Jesus is Lord of life and death, then it’s about Him and certainly not about me or us as individuals. Who He is, what He did for humanity, and what He will do in heaven trumps whatever it is I think I can offer on my own while here on the earth. Through Jesus, your past is explained, your present has a purpose, and your future is secure. What more could you really want in life?
The Robertsons’ goal was never to be known as TV stars (except maybe Uncle Si, but, hey, he’s nuts—in a good way). In fact, I wasn’t even convinced the show would actually happen until I looked out my window one morning and saw cameramen running through my brother Willie’s front yard like bees swarming to a hive. I’ll never forget overhearing what one of the cameramen whispered to a technician on the first day of filming. He was sad that the show would probably tear our family apart. I remember thinking to myself, He hasn’t met my family. He didn’t know that the only kind of stardom my family and I are interested in is the lifestyle in Christ as described in Philippians 2:15–16: “Children of God . . . [that] shine like stars in the universe as you hold out
the word of life.” One thing my family has always done is treat every living person with love and respect, regardless of race, faults, circumstances, or beliefs. When my brothers and I were growing up on the Ouachita River in West Monroe, we were known as “river rats” and “rednecks” because we didn’t have much in terms of money or material possessions. However, our home was always open and our goal was to share by word or deed what we found in Jesus Christ as Lord.
I’ve enjoyed working with my hands building duck calls for more than thirty years to make an earthly living for my family, but introducing God to other people brings me a joy that is priceless. I’m far from perfect, and I’m certainly not a preacher who works for a particular religious denomination or supports an agenda outside of God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit, and the Bible. I’m not a theologian, nor do I claim to be an expert in anything—well, maybe except for sounding like a duck.
You can call me a quack, and you’d be right on target.
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FORGIVING PHIL
MAKING PEACE WITH THE PAST
A man’s wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense.
—PROVERBS 19:11
By now, you might know the story of my dad’s life. If you haven’t heard it or read about it, here’s the most blunt way I can describe it: Phil Robertson wasn’t a very nice person from about the age of seventeen until he turned twenty-eight. In a lot of ways, my dad was an outlaw. He had no regard for rules, authority, or what was right or wrong; his only focus at the time was getting drunk and killing as many ducks as possible. And anyone standing in his way, even his own family, ran the risk of getting hurt.
Don’t get me wrong; Phil Robertson eventually became a great husband, father, and businessman, and, most important, a disciple of Christ. After my dad’s repentance, he became the biggest influence in my life because of his love for his Creator, hunting and fishing, and nurturing God’s greatest creation. Once my dad turned from his wicked ways and submitted to Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior, he became a role model for people struggling to overcome their addictions and problems. It wasn’t so much that he focused on their problems but that he offered them a solution. His life wasn’t easy when he was drinking, partying, and committing other sins, and it certainly was difficult for the people who loved him most. But once my dad turned his life around, he made a profound impact on thousands of people by sharing God’s story of healing and hope. He became a man of faith, perseverance, and courage. But the decade or so before his baptism wasn’t easy for my mom or me and my brothers.
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