Je ne sais plus ou j'ai chopé ces clichés mais après une brève séance de googling, elles seraient issues d'un livret illustré vendu lors de la tournée Victory.
Your dad thought deer were awesome before you did and he’s got the mounted heads to prove it. With his .22 caliber death-dealer at his side, he rang fear into the forest while sniping down dinner. He was an ironic Rambo in skinny jeans and a Penfield. Some called it murder, he called it eating free-range, locally sourced, non-processed game. After each victory, he strapped his trophy to the back of the car like a middle finger to animals lovers because PETA meant “People Eating Tasty Animals” to him.
So hipsters, next time you’re getting a buck ink-blasted into your chest because deer tattoos are the new triangles, remember this…
Your dad is the hunter that haunts Bambi’s dreams.