Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Born to hunt. Forced to work.

I was doing a little ad research yesterday and came across this lovely photography of a gentlemen presenting his trophy--in this case, the petulant badger. I'll admit, this woodland terror doesn't look nearly as intimidating in the hands of this gruff, gun-wielding specimen, but that really isn't the point. The point is, this man is wearing a sweet hat. No, the point is, this photograph was all the proof I needed to quit the factory tour of handgun hunting, as it became clear that prejudice and supposition was enough to figure out this particular set of outdoorsmen. What a job this is, writing ads.

1 comment:

Casey Brewer said...

That is some flaccid Badger.