Richard Christy’s Dad

I love Richard Christy’s dad.   Richard is Mr. Christy’s Wayward Son and a staffer on the Howard Stern Show and probably the best prank call artist of all time.  Richard’s dad is one hard core hunt’n trap’n, and fish’n guy and I would love to go hunting with him sometime.

Richard's Dad
“Hey Richard, this is your dad.”

Richard’s dad phones almost every day to give Richard updates about the goings-on in his life.  I love hearing Richard’s dad’s voice mails and feel like we are kindred spirits.  Howard Stern makes fun of Richard’s dad but is quick to admit that he too loves Mr. Christy and deep down, Howard probably wishes he could be more like Richard’s dad.  Howard lives in a bubble and does not understand Mr. Christy’s true-to-earth lifestyle.  Howard totally does not get it- but I do.

Hunting With Richard’s Dad

Richard's dad on the Stern ShowThe Christy’s live in rural Kansas on a farmstead.  As a kid, Richard was a member of 4-H and used to have a pet calf named “calfie“, but that’s another story…  I bet there are some trophy bucks running around on the Christy farm.   If I went hunting with Richard’s dad, we could go bowhunting for whitetails in the morning then we could take my brittanys and hunt for quail and pheasant in the afternoon.  If it were summertime, we could go noodling for flatheads or maybe run some trot lines.

According to Richard, Mr. Christy is a crack shot and he has an uncanny ability to spot game.  As legend goes, due to his stocking efforts, Mr. Christy is personally responsible for squirrels in his part of Kansas.  Richard’s mom likes to hunt too and she especially loves hunting for deer.

By The Book

Mr. Christy obeys the rules.  He is very strict about staying true to the seasons.  He once caught a marauding coon out by the dog pen in a box trap, but because it was out of season, he elected to relocate it and let it go.  Mr. Christy used to hunt coons and would walk up to 20 miles a night following his hounds.  He would sell the meat to urban folks in Kansas City.  He would always leave the feet attached as proof-positive ID.  Apparently the city folk had been fooled in the past with cat carcasses.   Mr. Christy would never eat a cat himself.

115-25-11. Furbearers; open seasons and bag limits. (a) All hunting, trapping, and running seasons shall begin at 12:00 noon on the opening day and close at 12:00 midnight on the closing day.
(b) The open season for the taking of badger, bobcat, gray fox, red fox, swift fox, mink, muskrat, opossum, raccoon, striped skunk, and weasel by hunting and trapping shall be from the first Wednesday after the second Saturday in November through February 15 of the following year. The bag limit for these species shall be unlimited.
(c) The open season for the taking of beaver by trapping shall be from the first Wednesday after the second Saturday in November through March 31 of the following year. The bag limit shall be unlimited. Muskrat that are incidentally taken after the close of the open season for muskrat but during the open season for beaver by trapping may be possessed. The bag limit for incidentally taken muskrat shall be 10 animals.
(d) The open season for the taking of otter by trapping shall be from the first Wednesday after the second Saturday in November and through March 31 of the following year. The season bag limit shall be two otters per trapper.
(e) The open season for the running of bobcat, gray fox, red fox, opossum, and raccoon shall be from March 1 through November 8. (Authorized by and implementing K.S.A. 2012 Supp. 32-807.)

Dinner At The Christy’s

Here’s a short list of some of the wild game that Mr. Christy reportedly enjoys:

  • Fried snapping turtle
  • Coon bar-b-que sandwiches (Richard’s mom makes  mean coon bar-b-que and once served it to unknowing guests at a party)
  • Squirrel
  • Quail
  • Catfish
  • Venison chili
  • Venison jerky
  • ‘Possum

As long is it is fresh, Mr. Christy will not pass by random roadkill.  He also liked to eat at Taco TicoTaco Tico logo

If I had Richard’s dad’s phone number, I’d call and leave him a message:  “Hey Mr. Christy, it’s Yankee Hunter.  Hunt’n season’s right around the corner and I was wondering if you wanted to get after some game.  We’ll talk to ya later.  Bye.”

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