The Duck Commander Family by Willie Robertson, Korie Robertson Page A
Authors: Willie Robertson, Korie Robertson
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a business on a budget and the camp proved to be a good training ground for him.
Another man helped out at the camp who made a big impact on Willie during this time. His name was Dewie Kirby. He was the dad of my uncle on my mom’s side. He was retired and moved across the street from us at the camp to help do maintenance and help Willie take care of the camp. Willie and Dewie worked together on many projects, and Willie grew to love Dewie as another father figure who taught him about work and family.
I was pregnant with our first child when we moved back to Monroe. Our oldest son, John Luke, was born in October 1995, and then Sadie came along not long after in June 1997. To help make ends meet, Willie started working as a youth minister at our church in addition to keeping his job at Camp Ch-Yo-Ca. He was great with teenagers and college-aged students and always had a few teens working with him at camp. He remembered how important it was that Mac gave him a job as a teenager and took the time to teach him how to work. He tried to do the same for others.
During this time, the pull to get more involved in the family business of Duck Commander was coming over us. Since the camp business was seasonal and everything pretty much shut down in the wintertime—which was the busy time for Duck Commander—we were able to help out some and do several things from our home. We were fortunate to be able todo this as a family and spent quite a bit of time together with our babies.
I tried to find ways to help us financially during this time. After John Luke was born, I was a stay-at-home mom but still found ways to utilize my art degree. I started making hand-painted duck calls. I numbered them and had Phil autograph cards saying they were limited editions of five hundred each. I painted sitting mallard, flying drake, and wood duck editions. They ended up selling in stores like Bass Pro Shops and Cabela’s. While the babies were sleeping, I would paint the duck calls, put them in a package with moss and a card, and ship them out the door.
I really think the first few years of our marriage were Willie’s formative years. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life, whether he wanted to preach, work for the family business, or do something entirely on his own. I knew that whatever he decided he would do it with all his heart and be successful at it. This was a time for him to test out and find what he really wanted to do. We were eating frozen chicken strips, but we were eating them together and finding ways to make them delicious.
C HICKEN S TRIPS
I can’t hunt chicken. Well, I guess I could, but I don’t think it would be much fun, but I do like to eat it from time to time. This is one of those popular dishes that kids love. Can’t go wrong here.
2 pounds chicken tenderloins
1 egg
1 / 2 cup buttermilk
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 1 / 2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 / 2 teaspoon paprika
1 tablespoon Phil Robertson’s Cajun Style Seasoning
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
Peanut oil (about 3 inches in pan)
1 cup butter, melted
1. Whisk egg and buttermilk in a small bowl.
2. Combine flour, garlic powder, paprika, Cajun Style Seasoning, salt, and pepper in separate bowl.
3. Dip chicken tenderloins in egg mixture and then flour mixture.
4. Heat oil in skillet to 375 degrees.
5. Cook tenderloins for three minutes on each side or until no longer pink.
6. Drain chicken strips on paper towels.
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DUCK GUMBO
“F OR I KNOW THE PLANS I HAVE FOR YOU,” DECLARES THE LORD, “ PLANS TO PROSPER YOU AND NOT TO HARM YOU, PLANS TO GIVE YOU HOPE AND A FUTURE. ”
—J EREMIAH 29:11
P hil’s duck gumbo takes a long time to make. It starts at four A.M. on a wet, cold Louisiana morning during duck season. Well, it actually starts a long time before that day, sometime in the heat of summer, when he’s out on the land pumping water into the hole in front of the blind or repairing a
Another man helped out at the camp who made a big impact on Willie during this time. His name was Dewie Kirby. He was the dad of my uncle on my mom’s side. He was retired and moved across the street from us at the camp to help do maintenance and help Willie take care of the camp. Willie and Dewie worked together on many projects, and Willie grew to love Dewie as another father figure who taught him about work and family.
I was pregnant with our first child when we moved back to Monroe. Our oldest son, John Luke, was born in October 1995, and then Sadie came along not long after in June 1997. To help make ends meet, Willie started working as a youth minister at our church in addition to keeping his job at Camp Ch-Yo-Ca. He was great with teenagers and college-aged students and always had a few teens working with him at camp. He remembered how important it was that Mac gave him a job as a teenager and took the time to teach him how to work. He tried to do the same for others.
During this time, the pull to get more involved in the family business of Duck Commander was coming over us. Since the camp business was seasonal and everything pretty much shut down in the wintertime—which was the busy time for Duck Commander—we were able to help out some and do several things from our home. We were fortunate to be able todo this as a family and spent quite a bit of time together with our babies.
I tried to find ways to help us financially during this time. After John Luke was born, I was a stay-at-home mom but still found ways to utilize my art degree. I started making hand-painted duck calls. I numbered them and had Phil autograph cards saying they were limited editions of five hundred each. I painted sitting mallard, flying drake, and wood duck editions. They ended up selling in stores like Bass Pro Shops and Cabela’s. While the babies were sleeping, I would paint the duck calls, put them in a package with moss and a card, and ship them out the door.
I really think the first few years of our marriage were Willie’s formative years. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life, whether he wanted to preach, work for the family business, or do something entirely on his own. I knew that whatever he decided he would do it with all his heart and be successful at it. This was a time for him to test out and find what he really wanted to do. We were eating frozen chicken strips, but we were eating them together and finding ways to make them delicious.
C HICKEN S TRIPS
I can’t hunt chicken. Well, I guess I could, but I don’t think it would be much fun, but I do like to eat it from time to time. This is one of those popular dishes that kids love. Can’t go wrong here.
2 pounds chicken tenderloins
1 egg
1 / 2 cup buttermilk
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 1 / 2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 / 2 teaspoon paprika
1 tablespoon Phil Robertson’s Cajun Style Seasoning
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
Peanut oil (about 3 inches in pan)
1 cup butter, melted
1. Whisk egg and buttermilk in a small bowl.
2. Combine flour, garlic powder, paprika, Cajun Style Seasoning, salt, and pepper in separate bowl.
3. Dip chicken tenderloins in egg mixture and then flour mixture.
4. Heat oil in skillet to 375 degrees.
5. Cook tenderloins for three minutes on each side or until no longer pink.
6. Drain chicken strips on paper towels.
9
DUCK GUMBO
“F OR I KNOW THE PLANS I HAVE FOR YOU,” DECLARES THE LORD, “ PLANS TO PROSPER YOU AND NOT TO HARM YOU, PLANS TO GIVE YOU HOPE AND A FUTURE. ”
—J EREMIAH 29:11
P hil’s duck gumbo takes a long time to make. It starts at four A.M. on a wet, cold Louisiana morning during duck season. Well, it actually starts a long time before that day, sometime in the heat of summer, when he’s out on the land pumping water into the hole in front of the blind or repairing a
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