Happy, Happy, Happy by Phil Robertson

Author:Phil Robertson [Robertson, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Non-Fiction, Biography
Goodreads: 17455541
Publisher: Howard Books
Published: 2013-05-07T07:00:00+00:00

It’s like Jase says: when you don’t know what you’re doing, it’s best to do it quickly!

I had never seen such a thing before. I didn’t have a book. Nobody was there. I didn’t know how to set anything. So I just went a little bit at a time. The first thing I did was call some cat from the company that built it. When I started telling him what I was trying to do, he said, “Aw, naw, naw, man! You’ve got to have templates.”

“What?” I asked him.

“You’ve got to have some templates,” he repeated.

And then he started explaining what they were and how that thing worked. After that, it was trial and error to get everything working right. I hadn’t been sent any templates, or jigs as some call them, which are thin metal plates used as guides to cut wood accurately into the shape you want. So I acquired what we needed.

Let me tell you: we tore up some wood out there. You wouldn’t believe the pile of shavings and waste. But Pa and I were determined to make it work.

While we were getting the lathe lined up and figuring out how it worked, I came up with another idea. I decided that maybe I could get someone to build my duck calls for me so I could start selling them. At least there would still be some money coming in, while we figured out how to build our own.

I was already testing the market and had traveled to quite a few areas, including my old hometown of Vivian, as well as places in eastern Texas, southern Arkansas, western Mississippi, and as far away as the bayou parts of southern Louisiana. It was in Lake Charles, Louisiana, that I encountered Alan J. Earhart, who had been making the Cajun Game Call. It was an old duck call, and he had been building it for years. Earhart was sympathetic to my quest, so we made a deal from which both of us benefited.

Earhart agreed to build two thousand Duck Commanders at a price of two dollars each, while I was getting my equipment lined up. Earhart had his own lathe, and he switched it over to build my calls. Earhart said that of all the people he had met starting out in the duck-call business, he thought I had enough energy and drive to pull it off.

“But man,” he told me. “You’ve got a long way to go.”

I had no idea exactly how long it would take me to get Duck Commander to where it is today.

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