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Aug. 13th, 2007 11:40 pmIt's no secret that camouflage goes beyond a mere functional role and is very popular among certain segments of the U.S. population. Hunters would be far more frustrated without it, of course, and it's role in the armed forces can be traced throughout history. Anyone who has ever thumbed through a Cabela's catalog knows that camo has escaped it's traditional role in the woods and has practically become the next Red, White 'n' Blue when it comes to showing patriotic pride or just plain macho posturing. And nothing says rugged outdoorsman like camo baby diapers. Well, it's only been a matter of time until someone melded camo with something else very popular with a large portion of the camo-crowd. Yep, Jesus.
An online shop called Christian Outdoorsman has come up with camo-covered New International Version Pocket-sized Holy Bibles. Just the thing for the devout hunter to pass the time in the tree stand waiting for that perfect 12-point buck to come into range. Perhaps this version has the passage that says it's a divine right to have the firepower of a small nation simply to take down a whitetail deer.
I cannot help but wonder what would happen if said hunter accidentally dropped his Bible on the forest floor. I imagine a scene of him and a couple of camo'd hunting buddies slowly circling the area scouring the ground and being unable to find the book for a while. To the casual observer, this scene would undoubtedly appear as a group of circling, floating mullets accompanied by hushed cursing.
Now, before any of you gig me for bashing hunters, I have nothing against hunting for sport and food. It's only when the enthusiasm overshadows the sport that makes me cock an eyebrow. And, of course, any form of 'extreme jesusification'.
An online shop called Christian Outdoorsman has come up with camo-covered New International Version Pocket-sized Holy Bibles. Just the thing for the devout hunter to pass the time in the tree stand waiting for that perfect 12-point buck to come into range. Perhaps this version has the passage that says it's a divine right to have the firepower of a small nation simply to take down a whitetail deer.
I cannot help but wonder what would happen if said hunter accidentally dropped his Bible on the forest floor. I imagine a scene of him and a couple of camo'd hunting buddies slowly circling the area scouring the ground and being unable to find the book for a while. To the casual observer, this scene would undoubtedly appear as a group of circling, floating mullets accompanied by hushed cursing.
Now, before any of you gig me for bashing hunters, I have nothing against hunting for sport and food. It's only when the enthusiasm overshadows the sport that makes me cock an eyebrow. And, of course, any form of 'extreme jesusification'.
