Happy, Happy, Happy by Phil Roberston

      When Duck Dynasty was the big thing in 2013, I, like many of my friends, watched the show religiously. Now, not so much. Maybe it was because of the decreasing quality of the show. Maybe it was just that we were tired of the Robertson's antics. But honestly, it was all becoming rather stupid. But aside from all the antics shown on screen, the side of the Robertson's that we don't see on camera is one based on faith, family and lots and lots of food. The humble beginnings of Duck Commander, the duck call company that made the Robertsons, are documented in Phil Robertson's autobiography Happy Happy Happy. 

     Happy Happy Happy follows the story of how Phil Robertson overcame being poor as a child, living off the animals and plants of the woods for some time, to a multi-millionaire duck call mogul. However, just like his childhood, he doesnmt use his millions to buy Mercedes. In fact, he's about as far from a man who enjoys the unparalleled joy of a heated car seat as Pluto is from the Sun.