I go out into America, and I am literally navigating a minefield. Godliness has become abnormal.

My father, OK, when we first got old enough to hunt, this was his rule: If you shoot it, you come home and eat it. Otherwise you do not shoot it, OK? You don't just kill something for the sake of killing it, OK? If you kill it, you gotta grill it, so to speak.

God has taken four guys that look like five miles of muddy road and made them famous in the TV world.

That's what got me through 65 years of life - my belief in God and what He's done for us and what He will do for us.

When I sign people's stuff I put down John 3:16 and 17.

In the military it was camouflage for the desert or the winter. And now it's the duck hunting colors - I think it's "real tree." It's comfortable. It's stuff that's made out of comfortable material, OK, and I'm comfortable in it.

I'm like a fine-tuned race car. You've got to make frequent pit stops when you drink as much tea as I do.