Courtesy of my friend Justin, who has an uncanny knack for digging up this kind of crap:
"Hunting For Bambi" has a deceptively simple pitch: get socially maladjusted men to pay big bucks for the chance to shoot nekkid women with a paintball gun. Hey, it's Vegas, and what better way to get rid of that pesky "family friendly" tag they've been trying to shake recently than by organizing naked lady hunts?
I suppose it was high time the venerable "sport" of hunting followed boxing into the realm of self-parody. Not that it hasn't been flirting with crossing the line for years, as the advances in weapons and tracking technology have eliminated most animals' natural defenses of scent, camouflage and speed. There are still areas where people hunt for food, but for most of us that venison sausage you obtained by outsmarting a primitive mammal is just going to sit in your freezer for nine months before you finally throw it out to make room for more Stouffer's pizzas. Hunting is still seen as some sort of "rite of passage" by people in many parts of the country, to others it's amazingly boring. I went hunting once, and while spending the time with friends was enjoyable, getting up at 4:30 in the morning and trudging around all day with a rifle slung over my shoulder made me feel more like a National Guard reservist than a "sportsman."
Regardless of how I feel about hunting, do I think it's ridiculous that apparently sane men spend ten thousand dollars for the chance to shoot "adult entertainment workers" with a paintball gun? Well...yes. Yes I do. I know guys who've spent more in strip clubs, and they never got any real return on their investment from that, either, if you know what I'm saying. And what about the women getting popped by goombahs like George from New York? They make $2500 if they don't get hit, after all, and if the hunters all tend towards George's level of athleticism, it'll be the easiest money they've ever made.
There's a real question about the violence involved, certainly. A guy plunking down that kind of green to shoot naked women with paint makes me think that not all of his dogs are barking to begin with, and the presentation on the web site is also pretty repulsive. It depicts naked women posed like bagged deer and containing pitches to fans of both "Bumfights" and the Howard Stern show. And you know they're trolling for some serious mulletheads when they use verbiage straight out of "Swank" magazine, such as: "...if you are the ultimate sportsman and are seeking the ultimate adrenaline rush then come out to our ranch and shoot one of these nagging whinny bitches where it hurts and shut her the f*ck up. Then mount her like a 'Real Man.'"
'Mounting' in this case means you get some kind of wall hanging commemorating your accomplishment. But I would've guessed "whinny bitch" referred to a horse, or a weird sounding dog. Shows what I know. I guess we'll find out the violent ramifications as soon as some idiot runs around Lake Havasu popping coeds in the ass with a pellet gun. It'll make next year's Spring Break festivities more exciting, at any rate.
An even more ridiculous part of this story, to my mind, is HuntingForBambi.com founder Michael Burdick saying, "For the individual who's used to saying 'I can't go out with the boys tonight' or the wimp of America, it's a chance for him to come out and vent his aggression and really take charge and have some fun."
I've got some bad news for you Mike, the individual who laments not being able to 'go out with the boys' is in for a DefCon One level ass-kicking once his wife finds out he spent ten large to shoot some stripper in the butt. Hell, the 'wimps of America' probably don't have the yarbles to go behind their significant others' backs and fund a misadvanture of this magnitude in the first place. I have no doubt "The Most Lecherous Game" will be popular for a while, but it's main draw will be drunken frat boys and guys on business trips who'll put the excursion on their corporate card to keep The Missus from finding out.
Never mind the fact that referring to your prospective clientele as "wimps" isn't a very sound marketing strategy.
I suppose it's too late to tell these guys that $10,000 can buy you a lot more from an "escort" (or two or three) in Las Vegas than the opportunity to shoot her with a paint gun.
UPDATE: Latest word is this may all be an elaborate hoax, at least according to snopes.com. If so, my hat's off to whoever did it.
Yeah, I mentioned that possibility in the extended entry. It's surprising that none of the mainstream news outlets that got so up in arms of the story have reported this.
Actually, no it isn't.
You know, I actually think that the most offensive thing about this is the "clinical psychologist" who claims that this is "every man's fantasy come true". Speak for yourself, asshole.