Huntin' Season Begins: A Collection of Old-Time Hunting and Boozing Ads
Right now in the state of Texas, thousands of virile Texan fathers, uncles, brothers and grandpas are heading to leases all over this great part of the union to track, shoot, skin and mount furry things.
Yes, it's hunting season again in the Lone Star State.
Whether you are wielding the family deer rifle, a newfangled AR-15 or something else cool and possibly quasi-illegal, hunting season is a big part of the Texas experience. Like voting for Rick Perry, your money and your daughter going to College Station and getting a DWI.
Hair Balls found some great vintage hunting ads, some that comically add booze to the hunting experience. Let's be honest, though, drinking and hunting go hand in hand. It's not a pretty thought, as dumb and dangerous as it is.
I will say this: You haven't lived until you have taken a good long swig from a bottle of Jameson before taking aim at a feral hog with a locked and loaded AR. The post-coital feeling of slamming a round or two into charging hog is only intensified with the introduction of some of the best whiskey known to man into your system.
Or so I have been told.
It's all fun and games until one of these kids locks himself in his closet with a head full of LSD in a few years after he gets drafted.
"Put your rifle down, sir. I mean you no harm. I am only trying to sing you the native songs of my proud bear clan."
"My husband left me on this boat with just our dog, this empty rifle and a bunch of beer. Happy anniversary to me, I guess. I'm pregnant, by the way."
"Johnny, you sure do like your mother's Rosemary Clooney records, but this tuna salad you whipped up from scratch is damned delicious. I won't shun and curse your name until after you graduate high school, though."
"I could have sworn I told him that this wasn't a hunting trip on the phone. He only drinks because Sharon is here anyway. What a tool."
"Calm down, Sparky, it's just the flannel-clad arm of God pouring me a cold one."
This was the last time that Harry and the fellas ever stole beer from a family of deer.