I held out for a long time, but a few weeks ago I finally watched an episode of Duck Dynasty. That's all it took...I'm hooked. I have firmly jumped on that band wagon. I don't know how much of it is "reality" but, whatever it is, it is hilarious. It's occasionally touching. It also frequently reminds me of things from my childhood that I had completely forgotten.
I was born and have lived my entire life in a medium sized city in Kentucky that is very much a small town. Basically, I'm from a long line of rednecks. Once I got to be 11 or 12 or so, I started to be sort of embarrassed by the hunting, camping, fishing lifestyle. It's only been in the past year or so that I've embraced my redneck roots. My husband was transplanted here from way up North and has never seen this side of me. This leads to some truly hilarious revelations.
On one episode tonight two of the Robertson brothers had a fishing competition. One of the brothers was net fishing and the other was running a trot line. When I commented on this, my husband looked at me like I'd grown a second head. For good reason, it's probably been 25 years since the words "trot line" had crossed my lips. He's only known me for about 15. The boat that the trot line brother was using reminded me of the boats my daddy used to have. My parents took me camping for the first time when I was less than a week old. You know how new parents sometimes take their fussy babies out for car rides to lull them to sleep? Well, my parents took me out on Kentucky Lake in a bass boat at night to lull me to sleep. We spent every spare moment of decent weather up at that lake camping, fishing, and boating. I hadn't thought of that in years until tonight.