I will say he certainly lived life on his own terms.īrother may not be the biggest guy, but those forearms were like steel cables on a lean 185 pound frame at 5’10. He was raking in 250k a year from hunts and ruckus juice on his 150-acre kingdom. Brother said it was all legal and he was contracted by the WMA the for population control, but a little stay in crowbar hotel for poachin’ sure raised an eyebrow or two.īrother wasn’t exactly a poster child for chasity, obedience, poverty, or sobriety. Lo and behold, there’s a wet t-shirt contest goin’ on in the back and there was Brother Barrett, the life of the party, dishing out corn liquor like it’s water.īrother Barrett was a back-slidin’ Pentecostal preacher, who led gator hunts in Red Slough Swamp, in McCurtain County, Oklahoma.

I first met Brother Barrett at a quaint little gas station in southwest Arkansas.