dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

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.

(Reblogged from dadsaretheoriginalhipster)