Duck Commander last night on the Outdoor Channel and I think it may be my favorite new (new to me, anyway) show.
These five Louisiana good old boys have made a career out of duck hunting and the interplay among them is instructive and funny as hell. At first glance, they look like Vikings in cammo but they're actually philosopher sportsmen.
It's reality TV built around duck hunting - sitting in the duck blind, shooting at ducks, sitting around the house and talking about hunting ducks, running a duck hunting business and selling duck calls faster than they can make them. They crank out a DVD every year and you can buy them on Amazon.com.
I have absolutely no desire to shoot and/or eat a duck, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the TV screen last night while Duck Commander was on. I found myself wondering if I'd be so fascinated if we hadn't moved to Arkansas three years ago and been immersed in a culture so steeped in hunting. School districts here schedule vacation days to coincide with the opening of hunting seasons.
There is something about Duck Commander that strikes me as being so righteously American that it makes me want to go out and buy a Benelli shotgun and hang it over my cheesy electric fireplace.