Duck Dynasty

We have been watching Duck Dynasty. Thanks to the recently broadcasted controversy, the show was brought to our attention. We never thought much about it before, so the controversy was actually good advertising! It was my parents who recommended it to us, and out of curiosity, we started watching the show on Apple TV. After just a few episodes, we were hooked! We watched all of the available episodes over Christmas break, while we had the flu. It made some pretty awful sickness moments more bearable. (Though it was hard to cough and laugh at the same time!)

For me, watching the show is like watching family. The guys remind me of some of my awesome relatives. I love the humor, watching them skin bullfrogs, and the family values. I love that they end each show with a prayer as a family.

I like it, but I am drawn to Redneck life -- I'm Alaskan. I love the absurdity, though others may not find it funny at all. I grew up with people like the Robertson family -- Alaska breeds Rednecks in droves. And though the breed of Redneck is different in Alaska than Louisiana (Alaskans sport Carhartts more than Camo), their hearts and humor are the same. So for me, watching the show makes me feel like home, in some strange way.

I was so inspired by the show that I decided it was time to finally shoot my first gun. Charles enjoys a little target practice, so we went to a shooting range on his birthday, and Charles taught me how to shoot. I was terrible at first, I just could not line up the sights in a comfortable way to hit the target. It took me awhile to get comfortable, and finally at the end I got a little better -- my main problem was just relaxing. I was pretty tense at first, as I have been anti-gun for a long time. (That is another story.) So it was a huge leap for me to go from anit-gun to handling one. If you ever doubted my love for Charles, now you know I will do anything for him. He was pretty excited when I offered the shooting range as his Birthday plan.

I was really surprised by who I saw around me at the shooting range. I expected a Robertson family type crew there, but instead there were a TON of girls! There were people from all walks of life. It was fascinating. I would like to say I had fun, but fun is not quite the right word -- it was educational. (And it was LOUD!) I learned a lot, and improved a little. I think I might have to go again and work on my target-shooting skills. . . .

The real question is: Should I start wearing Camo, or Carhartts?