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Just wanted to give a little review of the Duck Commander camouflage series of clothing. I purchased the entire set this Spring, from the t-shirts, to the heaviest jacket. I got to use the Chamois shirt, camo t-shirt, and pants, to chase longbeards this Spring. I was hunting in Brady, Texas. I spent the entire spring crawling over fences, sitting against trees, crawling over rock piles, cactus piles, walking through briars, and mesquite thorns. The clothing worked to perfection. IT is comfortable, and durable. The camo went through some rough stuff this Spring, and still looks like it did the day I got it. Also, I recently went to the same area to chase some hogs with a bow. It was pouring down rain the entire time! I was able to put my new DC rain gear to the test. It kept me completely dry in the hardest downpour. It was amazingly cool, as it was up to 104 degrees that week. Anyway, it is quiet, rugged,and not to mention in one of the greatest camo patterns Realtree has come up with, Advantage Max-4. I thoroughly enjoyed hunting with it, and know you will too. Like all Duck Commander/Buck Commander products, this stuff is awesome. Try it out, I think you will enjoy hunting in it.
Just wanted to give a little review of the Duck Commander camouflage series of clothing. I purchased the entire set this Spring, from the t-shirts, to the heaviest jacket. I got to use the Chamois shirt, camo t-shirt, and pants, to chase longbeards this Spring. I was hunting in Brady, Texas. I spent the entire spring crawling over fences, sitting against trees, crawling over rock piles, cactus piles, walking through briars, and mesquite thorns. The clothing worked to perfection. IT is comfortable, and durable. The camo went through some rough stuff this Spring, and still looks like it did the day I got it. Also, I recently went to the same area to chase some hogs with a bow. It was pouring down rain the entire time! I was able to put my new DC rain gear to the test. It kept me completely dry in the hardest downpour. It was amazingly cool, as it was up to 104 degrees that week. Anyway, it is quiet, rugged,and not to mention in one of the greatest camo patterns Realtree has come up with, Advantage Max-4. I thoroughly enjoyed hunting with it, and know you will too. Like all Duck Commander/Buck Commander products, this stuff is awesome. Try it out, I think you will enjoy hunting in it.
Hey guys. Just wanted to let all of you know that you should really check out the new "Green Mile"; and 1972 series by Duck Commander. The Green Mile is the greatest duck call I have ever blown. The 1972 series is absolutely incredible also. Not only are you going to bag more ducks with these calls. You will be supporting an amazing group of people. You can check them out at www.duckcommander.com. Also while you are there, check out the Duckmen 12 "Fistful of Ducks"dvd, and the all new Buck Commander dvd. The Duckmen dvd is awesome as usual. The new Buck Commander dvd is the greatest outdoor production to date. You can check out the buckmen at www.buckcommander.com.
A Duck Hunt to Remember There are very few things I have found that can compare to the sound of wings buzzing in before daylight. There is something about that sound that can send chills down the spine of even the most veteran waterfowler. This is a sound I heard constantly during a three day duck hunt in the hill country of Texas. It was late December, and I had been scouting a hole for about three weeks. On every scouting expedition, there were anywhere from 15 to 60 ducks on the hole. We headed down on Thursday night, and arrived at the ranch late. As we do before every duck hunt, we sat up reminiscing about past hunts, and watched the original Duck Commander video, “Duckmen of Louisiana”. We finally settled down about three ‘o clock, and had the alarm set for four thirty a.m. As the alarm sounded, we jumped up and began getting dressed for the hunt. We headed down to the hole, toting a dozen duck decoys, and loads of anticipation. We waded into the freezing cold water, and set out our decoys. This is my favorite part of the hunt. There is just something about wading out in the moonlight, and placing the decoys , that is good for the soul. We nestled into the cactus piles, and awaited daylight. As it got lighter and lighter, we could hear the sound of mallard hens greeting dawn in the distance. About five minutes before light, we began to peep, and quack on the teal calls. After a couple of minutes, whoosh, five green wing teal landed in the decoys. We decided not to shoot, in hopes that more ducks were coming. After a few more minutes, we heard the sounds of ducks flying over. Gadwalls! I let out a short series of calls, and the ducks locked up. As they cupped their wings, I yelled “Cut ‘em”. Boom, Boom, Boom! Three gadwalls fell in the water. Awesome! After a series of high fives, I retrieved the birds, and sat back down. I was just giving a soft series of mallard quacks, and a few widgeon peeps, when we saw another group circling. Pintails! The birds circled twice, and locked up. As they cupped to land, we took two of the drakes. What a trophy! Two beautiful pintail drakes, with 7 inch sprigs! We sat the ducks in the pile, and began to scan the horizon again. Here came a single duck circling. It was a widgeon. I began to peep to the duck, and it locked up immediately. We took the bird, and it was a gorgeous drake. About five minutes later, we heard the sound of teal buzzing by. There was a group of about 10 teal. I sounded off the teal hen call, and the birds turned to come in. Cut ‘em! Boom! Boom! Boom! We took five out of the ten teal. Four beautiful drakes, and one hen. We retrieved the birds, and as I headed back to land, a couple of mallard drakes locked up to come in. I ducked down, and yelled Take em! Boom! Boom! We dropped both drakes, and that was a wrap. What a hunt! In about 45 minutes, we had both taken a limit of ducks. We took tons of pictures, and headed to camp. We wrapped up both of the pintails, 1 widgeon, and a teal hen and drake, to take to the taxidermist. We spent the rest of the day watching Duck Commander videos, and talking about the events of the morning. The next two days, we took 10 more ducks. Mostly teal, and widgeon. We had an outstanding trip. It was everything a duck hunt should be, and more. To those of you who haven’t tried duck hunting, you should. There is just something about calling to a duck, and having them lock up their wings, and land in the decoys, that is unexplainable. But be forewarned, after this happens just once, you will be hooked for life. You will then join an elite group of hunters we like to call “Duckaholics”. I would like to thank the Duck Commander himself, Phil Robertson, Jase, Willie, John, and the rest of the Duck Commander family, for getting me hooked on duck hunting. I was a young boy, when I first watched the “Duckmen of Louisiana”, and I knew then, I was going to be a duck hunter. Cut ‘em all. Scott Patton
Coming Full Circle I remember it well. We were sitting in a box blind in some thin woods near Doss, Texas. Armed with my new lever action 30/30, a big doe stepped out. With my father coaching me, I put the sights on her shoulder, and squeezed off. Nothing but a big cloud of dust!! I hit just mere inches from the does front foot, and she bolted off. This was my first attempt to harvest a deer, and the hunt has never slipped my memory. Though I didn’t get a deer on this trip, there were many memories made, that time can’t replace. Though I had been hunting for a couple of years previous to this hunt, this was my first actual trip to be the one carrying a weapon. I have had many more memorable hunts since then, and all of them I owe to the people who took the time to teach me to hunt and fish. Every since that first hunt, I have waited for the day, when I became both able, and skilled enough to repay them for all of the memories made during my youth. The first time I got a chance to do this was a couple of seasons ago, when I got to take a good friends son out to try and kill his first deer. The hunter was Luke Marksberry, and his father had hunted with me and my family for several seasons. Having had a tough season, they had yet to get Luke a deer, and time was winding down. I took him out one misty, cloudy morning, and several does came in late in the morning. Luke put his sights on the bigger doe, and dropped her right where she had stood. Both Luke, and his father were so proud that Luke had taken his first deer. I was so glad to have been the guide on this hunt, as his father was one of the people who had helped me learn to love the outdoor lifestyle. A few months later, during Spring turkey season, a good friend, and huge influence on my hunting career, Jerry Hancock, was to come in with my father to do a turkey hunt. Having never taken a bird during the spring season, I was anxious to get a chance to repay him for the dozens of memories I had made while hunting and fishing with him. After a couple hard days of hunting, and dozens of close encounters with long beards, we finally got a big old gobbler to come into the decoys. Jerry was able to drop the bird, with both of his boys there to see it! They were all so excited, and what a bird it was! The big ole tom had three beards!!! And lastly, this past season, I was able to call long beards in for both of my brothers, and my father. They had all been huge parts of my life, and I was so glad to be able to repay them with a few awesome turkey hunts. Back when I was younger, I never understood why they wanted to take time out of their busy schedules to take me hunting and fishing, but now that I have been blessed with the opportunity to do the same, I can honestly say it is the greatest feeling in the world. To be there for a hunters first deer, or to bring a beautiful long beard into range for people that have meant so much to you, is the ultimate rush as an outdoorsman. This is a feeling I hope to get to repeat many times in the future, and also what I like to call, coming full circle. I would like to thank My parents, my brothers Steven, and Spencer Patton, Jerry Hancock, Richard Saunders, Denver Hall, and Steven Marksberry for all of the great memories, and for taking the time to teach me the love of this wonderful sport.
Coming Full Circle I remember it well. We were sitting in a box blind in some thin woods near Doss, Texas. Armed with my new lever action 30/30, a big doe stepped out. With my father coaching me, I put the sights on her shoulder, and squeezed off. Nothing but a big cloud of dust!! I hit just mere inches from the does front foot, and she bolted off. This was my first attempt to harvest a deer, and the hunt has never slipped my memory. Though I didn’t get a deer on this trip, there were many memories made, that time can’t replace. Though I had been hunting for a couple of years previous to this hunt, this was my first actual trip to be the one carrying a weapon. I have had many more memorable hunts since then, and all of them I owe to the people who took the time to teach me to hunt and fish. Every since that first hunt, I have waited for the day, when I became both able, and skilled enough to repay them for all of the memories made during my youth. The first time I got a chance to do this was a couple of seasons ago, when I got to take a good friends son out to try and kill his first deer. The hunter was Luke Marksberry, and his father had hunted with me and my family for several seasons. Having had a tough season, they had yet to get Luke a deer, and time was winding down. I took him out one misty, cloudy morning, and several does came in late in the morning. Luke put his sights on the bigger doe, and dropped her right where she had stood. Both Luke, and his father were so proud that Luke had taken his first deer. I was so glad to have been the guide on this hunt, as his father was one of the people who had helped me learn to love the outdoor lifestyle. A few months later, during Spring turkey season, a good friend, and huge influence on my hunting career, Jerry Hancock, was to come in with my father to do a turkey hunt. Having never taken a bird during the spring season, I was anxious to get a chance to repay him for the dozens of memories I had made while hunting and fishing with him. After a couple hard days of hunting, and dozens of close encounters with long beards, we finally got a big old gobbler to come into the decoys. Jerry was able to drop the bird, with both of his boys there to see it! They were all so excited, and what a bird it was! The big ole tom had three beards!!! And lastly, this past season, I was able to call long beards in for both of my brothers, and my father. They had all been huge parts of my life, and I was so glad to be able to repay them with a few awesome turkey hunts. Back when I was younger, I never understood why they wanted to take time out of their busy schedules to take me hunting and fishing, but now that I have been blessed with the opportunity to do the same, I can honestly say it is the greatest feeling in the world. To be there for a hunters first deer, or to bring a beautiful long beard into range for people that have meant so much to you, is the ultimate rush as an outdoorsman. This is a feeling I hope to get to repeat many times in the future, and also what I like to call, coming full circle. I would like to thank My parents, my brothers Steven, and Spencer Patton, Jerry Hancock, Richard Saunders, Denver Hall, and Steven Marksberry for all of the great memories, and for taking the time to teach me the love of this wonderful sport.
Buck Commander A refreshing look at whitetail deer hunting The past several years, I have been very disappointed with the deer hunting videos that have come out. The videos never show any of the fun and camaraderie that hunting camp is all about, and the hunters seem to have no excitement, or gratitude for the animal that they have harvested. They just seem to be a bunch of hunters with a been there, done that attitude. Like they are just going through the motions. Just as I was about to give up hope, here came Buck Commander. This video is formed from the rich tradition of the Duck Commander video series. These guys obviously poured their heart and soul into this video. The camaraderie, and excitement that they pour into each hunt is incredible to watch. From Chipper Jones and Matt Duff’s celebratory hugs after each kill, to Willie and the boys doing the “Buck Commander Shuffle”, this video will keep you smiling and laughing the entire time. This video shows not only the thrill of the harvest, but also, the thrill of being among friends and family, doing what we all love. I have been a fan of Duck Commander since I was a little kid, and am glad to see that Buck Commander is following in it’s footsteps as the greatest hunting videos on earth. I mean it whole heartedly when I say that Buck Commander is the greatest outdoor production to date, and I look forward to seeing what it has in store. I’m sure there was a lot of pressure to keep the Buck Commander video “up to par” with the long history of Duck Commander, but I would have to say you succeeded. I know Phil is very proud of you guys. Thanks guys, for letting us share this journey with you, and for bringing hunting videos back to where they should be. Just good ‘ole boys, having too much fun. Congratulations on a job well done. See you next year. Your friend and biggest fan, Scott Patton, McKinney, Texas July 18, 2008
Luke’s First Deer It all started with a phone call while I was on the way to my deer lease in Brownwood, Texas. The call was from good friend Steven Marksberry. Him and his son Luke were at the lease, trying to get Luke his first deer. Hunting had been tough all season, and seemed to be continuing on this hunt. I told him that we would all pile in my pop up blind that evening, as I was sure we would have some action. I had only been to this blind one time without seeing a deer. He agreed, and the plan was made. I arrived about one o clock, and we sat around camp, and discussed the tough hunting we had encountered this season. About three ‘o clock, we headed to the blind. The small ameristep blind was a little small, but we maneuvered ourselves into position. As it got darker, and darker, I began to feel bad. We had yet to see a deer, and Luke was getting very anxious. The evening ended without a single sighting of a deer. I felt terrible! That evening, we cooked dinner, and discussed the game plan for the next morning. Even after the uneventful evening, Luke decided he wanted to go with me back to the blind. His dad was going to go to another blind, and see if he could fill his tag as well. The next morning, we all woke up, got dressed, and headed to the blind. Me and Luke arrived at the blind well before light, and had a ball discussing what would happen if a deer came to our set up. At first light, I got Luke’s shooting stick set up, and the wait began. We sat there for an uneventful couple of hours, and I was beginning to feel terrible. I couldn’t figure it our. The weather was cool, no wind, and misting rain. Should be great weather for deer movement. Just as we began to give up hope, I caught movement to the left of the blind. I put up the binoculars, and it was a young buck, and four does. I told Luke to get his gun up, and about the time he did, the deer trotted off. Man!, I said. They left. I told him to keep his gun up, in case they came back in. Sure enough, the four does snuck back in from the left. I said there they are Luke!. I was so excited. Now though, Luke couldn’t find them in the scope! I said they are right there, in the big opening! Now three of the deer trotted down the hill. Oh no, I thought. They are going to get away. As the last and largest doe began to leave, Luke said, There she is! I said shoot her! Luke put the .243 on her shoulder, and dropped her in her tracks. I immediately grabbed him, and said you got her!!! He gave me a five, and was ready to tear the blind down getting out. I told him to give her about 5 more minutes, just to be safe. After five minutes, (an hour to Luke), we got out and headed to the doe. In his excitement, he tried to call his dad in the other blind, but accidentally called his mom, and woke her up! He told her the story, and we headed to the doe. We got up to her, and she was laying right where she had stood. The look on Luke’s face was priceless. I was so proud of him, and so proud to get to share this with him. I set up my camera and tripod, and took some beautiful pictures of Luke with his first deer. He was the happiest hunter on earth! We headed back to camp, and on the way, his dad called and asked if we had shot. Luke proudly told him the story, and we planned to wait on him to go pick up Luke’s trophy. We went and picked up the deer, and both Steven and Luke had proud looks on their faces. I was so happy for them. We sat up the cameras, and took several pictures. This was one of those moments we all dream of as hunters. To see Luke’s face after taking his deer, reminded me of why this sport is so special. We ended the trip, with very few deer sightings, but the trip could not have been any better. There is nothing better, than spending several days in the outdoors, with good friends. I know this deer hunt will remain as one of my favorites of all time, and will be forever carved into Luke’s memory as well. I would like to thank Luke Marksberry, for allowing me to be a part of this special moment, and also his father, Steven Marksberry, for allowing me the privilege of taking his son out, for his first successful hunt. Congratulations Luke, and thanks again. Scott Patton
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"Osama"
Posted On 07/14/2008 18:32:41
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“Osama” This story begins in early March 2007. I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the upcoming 2007 Spring turkey season, and decided to go and do some early scouting. After I arrived, it was obvious that this beautiful hill country landscape had been blessed with above average rain. The trees were budding, the grass dark green, and the wildlife abundant. Driving in, I saw several deer, and a few turkey. I headed to the feed stations, as I always do during my early scouting sessions, to see if the birds were in the area. As I had hoped, the sign was abundant. I headed to camp, and just relaxed for a couple of hours. About 45 minutes before dark, I heard gobbling coming from the feed station I had earlier scouted. I picked up my camera and tripod, and headed in the direction of the birds. I got about 45 yards, when I saw three big fans strutting through the mesquite and cactus. I put in my mouth call, and proceeded to get three mature toms really fired up! The toms came to within 60 yards, but the harem of hens was more interesting to them. They walked off, strutting and gobbling, out of my site. What a great start to the Spring season. I left after this scouting trip full of anticipation for the season just 2 weeks away. Now, lets go to week before the season. I arrived at the ranch, 5 days before the start of the season. My first morning there, I sat up in a field, near a known roost site, and listened. I set up my video camera, and waited for the show. About 30 minutes before daylight, there were several toms firing off in the bottom. One of them had a very distinct gobble. It was unlike any gobble I had ever heard. The toms gobble had a distinct rattle to it. Eventually, the birds flew off of the roost. There were about 45 hens, and at least 15 long beards. What a sight! The majority of the birds fed out of sight, but the bird with the distinct gobble, stayed there gobbling and strutting. The bird had a huge beard, that seemed to drag the ground. As I sat and video taped this bird, I was able to capture the entire breeding cycle of a turkey on film. Eventually, the birds headed out of sight. I set up in the same spot for the remainder of the week, and saw this old tom every morning. It was now 2 days before the season opened. I had the perfect spot picked out, to set up on the long beards. I was very excited. I had a good friend, Jerry Hancock, his two boys, and my father coming in to hunt with me, and wanted to put them on some birds. The day before the season opened, I was sitting at camp, when a huge storm blew in. It rained the entire day, and dropped over 6 inches of rain! I went to bed that night anxiously awaiting the opener. Opening morning, I headed out 1 hour before daylight. As I approached the spot where I had so cleverly picked out, my heart sank. Almost the entire bottom, and the spot where I had planned to set up, was under 3 feet of water! I sat up as close as I could, and waited on dawn. At daylight, there were a symphony of turkey sounds greeting me. The hens were very vocal, and the long beards were fired up. The old tom with the distinct gobble was firing off at every sound. I let out a few tree yelps, and was greeted with several Garobbbbbllleees! The birds flew off the roost, and headed my way, but hung up due to the newly formed lake. The old tom with the funny gobble came to within 80 yards, but wouldn’t cross the water. As I sat there watching the big tom, I remembered a phrase Realtree’s Michael Waddell had used. He had referred to a bird as having a beard like Osama. I thought that’s it! I will name this bird Osama! As I watched Osama feed out of sight, I knew this is the bird that I wanted to take. About 1 o’clock, my dad, Jerry, and his boys arrived in camp. After a little story telling, and hand shaking, we headed out to try to find a way to get across the floodwater, so we could get to the turkey. We ended up finding an old concrete spillway, that was barely out of the water. We would cross here, and should be in good position to call in the long beards. That afternoon, we had several long beards come to within 100 yards, but wouldn’t commit. About 20 minutes before dark, I heard Osama firing off in the distance. He came in, and flew up to roost for the night. We hunted this bird the entire weekend, but could never get him closer than 75 yards. Finally, on the last evening of the hunt, we heard Osama fire off. He was getting closer, but again hung up. As I sat there trying to entice Osama to come in, We had a beautiful tom slipping in from the left. The tom went straight to the Jake decoy, about 20 yards away. As Jerry and his boys sat there and watched him, I said take him. Jerry dropped the bird in his tracks. He was a beautiful 2 year old tom, with 3 beards! This was Jerry’s first Spring bird, and he got to share it with me, and his two sons! What a hunt. As we drove home that night, fired up about the hunt. I couldn’t seem to get Osama out of my mind. This bird consumed my every thought. I hunted Osama hard the entire season, and every time, he gave me the slip. Finally, the last weekend of the season, I heard Osama fire off. I called to him softly, and he fired off even closer. Finally, he came into view about 80 yards out. He strutted, and gobbled until about 20 minutes before dark. The old bird was heading my way, but I was losing light fast. The tom got to about 60 yards, and I had about 5 more minutes of light left. Then all of a sudden, the tom I had hunted hard for 2 months, flew up and lit 40 yards away. I couldn’t believe it! As I sat there and watched the bird that had consumed my every thought sitting on a limb 40 yards away, I just shook my head. The old boy had beat me again. I could have easily taken the bird off of the limb, and no one would have ever known. Except me. As I sat and stared at him, I thought about all of the hours I had spent chasing him. All of the mesquite thorns, and cactus needles I had endured, and knew that this bird deserved to live. This would be a sad and unethical end, to an amazing journey. So, I sat there and watched the sun fade against his silhouette. As I quietly gathered my things to leave, I had to give thanks to the old bird for the countless memories and lessons he had given me, and to the almighty, for allowing me to spend another day in the woods, and for allowing me to see all of the things that make up a Spring day, Just one more time. As I was almost out of the field, I turned towards the tree the old bird sat in. I thought to myself, I just have to hear him one more time. I owl hooted, and he fired off as he had done the entire season. I said thanks Old boy, and I hope to see you right here again next season. Scott Patton Spring 2007
Andrew’s First Deer Hunt As an outdoorsman, there are few things in life that remain as vivid in the memory, as your first hunt. This fall, I was fortunate enough to take a friend on his first whitetail deer hunt, down in the hill country of Texas. We planned the hunt for the first weekend of the extended deer season. During this season, you are allowed to take does and spikes only. We sat down, and planned to leave Friday night, and return Sunday afternoon. We arrived at the ranch late Friday night. We unloaded all of our gear, and stayed up discussing the hunt as if we were on a trophy buck hunt. We finally decided to go to sleep around 2:30 that morning, and had the alarm set for 5:25. The first morning, I headed to a stand overlooking two oat fields, and Andrew and my brother headed to a blind about 400 yards away from me. As daylight broke, I hadn’t seen anything, except for a couple of nice young bucks. I video taped these bucks, until they fed out of sight. About an hour later, I had a group of does enter the far oat field. They were about 175 yards away, and appeared to be heading away from me. I picked out the larger doe, and dropped her in her tracks. After about a 15 minute wait, I recovered the old doe, and took several pictures of her. I headed back to camp, and found Andrew and Steven sitting in the trailer. They had not seen anything, and when I told them I had gotten one, they were really excited! We jumped in the truck, and went to pick up the deer. After several group pictures, we headed to town, to get the deer processed. That afternoon, we all hunted, but didn’t see anything. Now we were getting worried. We went to camp, and had our signature dinner. A rib eye steak, Doritos, and mountain dew. We sat up for a while, and discussed the game plan. We decided that Andrew would go with me to the blind that I had taken my deer from the first morning. The next morning, we awoke to 23 degree temperatures, and high winds. The wind was a bone chilling 15 degrees! We headed to the blind, and anxiously awaited daylight. As it began to get light, the field was unusually void of deer. I thought the wind might delay movement, so we sat, and sat. At around 9:20, we were freezing, and had just about written off the hunt. We decided to head back to camp. As we exited the blind, I could see the disappointment, on Andrew’s face. We began walking back to camp, discussing the weekends hunt. As we got closer to camp, something made me look to the field to the left. I looked, and there were several deer feeding on the wheat!!! Where we stood, we were wide open, and over 600 yards away. Knowing the land very well, I immediately knew how we should approach these deer. We headed back the way we had come, and got to the tree line. Me and Andrew got down, and crawled about 75 yards through, cactus, and thick brush. Not a fun thing to do, but the only place to be downwind, and come out with a clean shot. We finally popped out at the edge of the field. We were now about 200 yards away. Andrew’s face was full of excitement, as he propped his rifle up for the shot. After Andrew got settled in, he said ok I’m ready. BOOM! The field full of deer bolted, and I lost the deer Andrew had shot at. YES! He said, I got her!! I had been watching another deer, and the doe he had shot dropped in her tracks! Andrew jumped up and down, and gave me a handshake. “This is the best experience of my life”! Andrew said. We both had that unexplainable feeling that overcomes you when you are successful in the field. We went and recovered the deer, and Andrew’s face said it all. We made the trip back to camp, retelling the story over, and over. We arrived back at camp, and got my brother, so we could go pick Andrew’s deer up, and take pictures. The ride there was a blast, as Andrew retold the events a thousand times. We took pictures of the deer, and headed back to camp. Andrew has never quit talking about this hunt, several months later. Every time he mentions the hunt, his eyes light up. This is what makes this sport so special. There is not another experience like it on this earth. This hunt, like all of our first hunts, will be forever etched in the mind of Andrew, for years to come. In closing, when we are all sitting in the blind this season, griping about not seeing a trophy buck, just sit back and remember your first hunt. I think it will bring a smile, to all of our faces. I would like to thank my parents for always taking me hunting. I would like to thank Nelson and Peggy Solsbery for the privilege of hunting on their land. And I would like to thank my brother Steven, and Andrew, for all of the memories made on this special hunt.
The Duck Commander Who is the Duck Commander? The Duck Commander is a man who has touched thousands and thousands of lives. From his Duck call company, his wonderful love of the almighty, to the hours of enjoyment he gives each season, through his Duckmen videos. This man has inspired many. The Duck Commander, is Phil Robertson. Through his Duckmen video series, Phil Robertson, and his friends and family, have captured the hearts of us all. His way of life is what we all dream of, just don’t have the vision to achieve. Thousands and thousands of people head to the wetlands each season, toting a lanyard of Duck Commander duck calls, hoping to make those greenheads swarm in the way he does on his videos. To us Duckaholics, his duck calls are something sacred. His videos, are a tradition, now spanning 12 years. And if that all isn’t enough, this is a man who travels all year, spreading the word of our creator. If you ever sit down and listen to one of his sermons, it will change your life forever. The way he puts things into perspective is incredible. At the end of his sermons, he will leave you wanting more, and will leave you with an incredible appreciation for everything the almighty has given us. Phil Robertson is a legend, and my hero. He has given me more enjoyment and inspiration through his sermons, duck calls and videos, and way of life, than I could ever imagine. Phil Robertson, I would like to thank you for everything you have done for the sport, for the way you have influenced my life, and many others like me, and for the countless hours of enjoyment you have given through your products and videos. I look forward to many more years of watching you on video, and sitting in on many more sermons. Phil, I think I speak for all of us Duckaholics when I say thank you, and we love you. Cut ‘em all. Your friend, and biggest fan, Scott Patton Arise, Kill, Eat. Acts. 10:13
Duck Commander ( more than a duck call company) Call it an addiction, insanity, ignorance, or whatever you may, but my love of the Duck Commander duck call company, and it’s people is genuine. It is hard to believe that one mans dream, can influence the life of so many. Since my first Duck Commander call, the original Reacher, my life has not been the same. I was young then, about 9 years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Now 17 years later, and a grown man, the same level of excitement still comes over me when I pick up a Duck Commander duck call. I now have lanyard after lanyard, of Duck Commander calls. Actually, I have every one ever made. My daily wardrobe consists of either a Duck Commander, or Buck Commander shirt or hat, and blue jeans. My truck has sticker after sticker reading Duck Commander, or Buck Commander, and my television is constantly tuned to the Duckmen, and Buckmen videos. The names Phil Robertson, Willie Boy, Jase the Gadwall, Si, Wildcat, and “Tommy Topper “ are commonly used in my home. A large part of my life has been spent trying to sound like the man himself, Phil Robertson. I have listened to his sermons, instructional DVD’s, and videos, so much, that I can almost recite every one to you. To me and my fellow duckaholics, you are more than a duck call company, you are family. Your way of life, and love of the almighty himself, have hooked us all. I am not the only one who feels this way, there are several. Your company, videos, and way of life have helped me meet many good friends, from the seminars that you do, to the Duck Commander forums. When I climb into the blind, I am proud to be using Duck Commander products, and to be supporting such a great group of people. I live and breathe Duck Commander, and now Buck Commander, and just wanted to take some time and tell you thanks. As I stated earlier, you guys are more than a duck call company, you are like family. Thanks guys, for the years, and years, of memories, and for being such a great group of people. I know I speak for all of us Duckaholics, when I say thank you, and we love you guys. God Bless. Scott Patton and friends Duckaholic member and lifelong Duck Commander fan June, 2008
Grandma’s Buck ( A story from my 2007-2008 whitetail deer season) As a whitetail deer hunter, you often have experiences that you find hard to describe, or explain. I had several of those occasions this past whitetail deer season, in the Lone Star State near Brady, Texas, but one stands above all, and will for years to come. It all started the day after Thanksgiving. I had to work Thanksgiving night, so I got home early the next morning, and loaded my truck with me, all my hunting gear, and my Mom and little brother Spencer. It was cold, 24 degrees, and misting rain, with occasional snow flurries. It was the kind of weather we all dream of here in Texas. We started out on the 5 plus hour drive to Brady. When we arrived, it was about eleven o’ clock a.m. The weather had gotten increasingly worse the closer we got to camp. I jumped out of the truck, and began putting on my realtree camo. After I got my bow ready, I went into the camp house, just to see what they had seen that morning. My dad said he had seen several deer, and a big 7 point with a huge body. I didn’t think much about it, and headed to my ameristep ground blind. I arrived at the blind, and settled in for a long afternoon hunt. When I got into the blind, I tried to open the windows. The zippers were frozen shut. After 15 minutes of trying, I managed to get my necessary windows open. I nocked an arrow, and settled in. I had only began to settle in, when 4 does came into the feeder. I thought about taking the larger doe, but decided to wait. The does fed around for a while, but quickly left out of sight. The next hour or so was very slow. Only a few birds, and a crazy armadillo. I was sitting there, trying to fight the jet lag, I had from being up all night, and lack of deer activity. I was leaned back, watching the front opening of my blind, when a huge body appeared. He was less than 10 steps away. I could tell right away, it was a huge 7 point! Could this be the buck my father had seen? I slowly got my bow up, and began to draw back. The buck was 7 steps away! I got just about to full draw, and the old buck looked right at me, and jumped the fence. I was heartbroken. This buck was awesome. The buck was obviously mature, and the seven point rack just stole my heart. I sat there for the next few hours, and saw lots of deer, but not my seven point. I hunted hard for the next few days, but never saw him. My parents, and both my brothers, left late Monday morning. After I said goodbye, and got something to eat, I went back to the blind. I sat there, in the ice and snow, for what seemed to be forever. I saw only a few does, and several small bucks. I decided to make a move. I headed to the Marksberry blind, where our good friend Steven Marksberry usually hunted. I sat there for about 5 minutes, and had 8 does come in. Good start! I sat there for the next hour or so, and saw 14 deer, but no shooters, and no 7 point. Finally, I caught a big body coming through the oaks. When the buck appeared, I could tell instantly that he was mature. I put the sights on him, and shot. Perfect hit! The buck ran about 35 yards, and piled up. It was a beautiful 5 ½ year old nine point buck. I was very proud to get him, but in the back of my mind, I still wanted this 7 point. I hunted him hard for 2 weeks, and never saw him. It was now early December, and I was headed back down to try to catch a glimpse of the seven point. I was about 2 hours away from camp, when my cell phone rang. It was my mother, and she told me that my Grandma had been diagnosed with cancer. I went from being pumped about my trip, to being devastated. I pulled over on the side of the road, and was going to turn around and go home, when it hit me. My grandma wouldn’t want me to turn around, she would want me to go and get a big one! I continued on, with much skepticism. I arrived at camp, with less than ideal weather conditions. It was windy, and 88 degrees. I got dressed, and headed to my blind. I sat there sweating, and didn’t see anything for 2 hours. I just kept thinking about the news that I had gotten on the way there. It was 25 minutes before dark, when he appeared, just as before 5 yards away, dead in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. I put the sights on him, and this time, he didn’t get away. The buck ran 40 yards, and piled up. I let out a loud YES!!, and sat back to reflect on the hunt. After a short wait, I went and recovered the buck. What an animal! A 5 ½ year old, mature hill country buck. I sat up my camera, and took dozens of pictures. As I sat there taking pictures, I said to myself, this buck is for you Grandma. I sat up my video camera, and told how the hunt had unfolded. Then I dedicated the buck to my Grandma. A couple months later, my grandma came down. We all sat down, and I let her watch the video. She instantly began to cry, and watched it over and over. She was absolutely honored that I had dedicated something that I cherish so much, to her. As I sit writing this story, several months have passed. My grandma is now cancer free, and is doing very well. From the first time I saw this buck, I knew he was special, little did I know how special. To some people, dedicating a deer to your grandmother might sound silly. But to people like me who live for Family, Friends, and the outdoor experience, it is one of the highest honors imaginable. In closing, I would like to thank my wonderful Grandmother, Betty Jean Patton, for being both the inspiration for this story, and for being such a wonderful grandmother. I am proud to say that this buck, which meant so much to me, ended up with the distinguished honor of being called, “ Grandmas Buck”. Scott Patton June 28, 2008 This story is dedicated to my wonderful grandmother, Betty Jean Patton. I love you grandma, and always will.
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Just wanted to say that it is more important now than ever to introduce new hunters, young,and old to the sport. The world is in a huge changing phase, and there are more and more people trying to take what we love away from us. Love every day as if it were your last. Give thanks to the almighty every time you step into the outdoors. In the words of the great Cotton Cordell: " Teach a child first to love God, teach them second to love their family, teach them third to hunt and fish, and by the time they reach their teens, no dope peddler under the sun, will have a chance to teach them anything."
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