Lucky Duck

It started as a bit. Ron rolled into Vegas dressed head to toe like a duck — all yellow, headphones on, not a care in the world. Bernie came as… Bernie: red suit, big round ears, zero explanation offered.

Two grown men in costume, a little drunk and a lot loud, parked themselves at the high-limit Pai Gow table with no idea how to play it. They just quacked at the dealer and stacked their chips up high.

The coolest one at the table was the lady running it hot — every hand, another pot. She clocked the duck, flashed a side-eye grin, slid a black chip across the felt “for luck,” and said it:

“Lucky Duck.”— the coolest lady at the table

The name stuck. The duck never got up. And somewhere between that chip and last call, DJ Big Duck was born.