According to our camp director, every year they selects a theme for the week of camp. This year was Duck Dynasty, the popular reality TV show that everyone seems to be talking about.
The acronym “DUCK” stood for “Devoted Unashamedly (to our) Commander (and) King.
We had a Duck Dynasty fashion show, where the “models” dressed up like Phil, Si, and the boys. The kids took Spanish moss and made it into beards while wearing their camouflage clothes.
We had the redneck Olympics. One game involved the teams searching for a quarter in the suds pit. Another game challenged the kids to “run” the gauntlet of balls without being knocked down into the water. Fun stuff.
Prior to camp, Lefty and I had watched Duck Dynasty once and thought it was really silly. Who wants to watch a bunch of rednecks, after all?
At camp, I learned that “redneck” was an “attitude.”
But after camp, I told Lefty that we ought to give it another go. We started watching the show and finally caught on to the humor. We decided that ol’ Si (our favorite) kinda grows on you. However, I don’t see us buying those Si beach towels that I saw in Wal-Mart the other day.
Actually, Lefty started seeing a resemblance between the Robertson gang and his family. If Lefty’s clan is related to those duck Robertsons, then we surely are the poor relations.
And even that makes us hap-pay, hap-pay, hap-pay.