LYNDEN, Washington — A useful rule when talking about gays in public is, never go full Santorum. Avoid man-on-dog, or in this case man-on-duck, at all costs.
GQ reporter Drew Magary spent a day recently shadowing Phil “Duck Commander” Robertson. The journalist’s subject is a Louisiana native whose innovation in duck call devices made his family wealthy and brought them some minor fame on sporting channels.
Magary was taking notes because last year A&E launched the latest addition to reality television, Duck Dynasty. The show features many of Robertson’s proudly redneck family and friends. The show loosely reenacts scenes from their lives.
A recent rerun, my introduction to the show at the behest of family members insisting “You’ve got to watch this!”, featured the men blowing up and replacing a rotted duck blind with a palatial one. While they were occupied with hunting concerns, the wives held a garage sale to clean out the men’s clutter. Phil’s son Willie was forced to buy back his own taxidermied squirrel.