Ghillie - Daho!

i dont think i could ever pull anything like that off…. but its pretty fuckin sweet.

this is the most bizarre/amazing jacket ever. If im ever in McDonalds land, sniping fry guys, ill probably pick one up

so coool. find a way to mass produce this and it’d be #1 in my book. the price is reasonable for all the work you put into it, but its still alot of money!

This is a story a friend of mine told me, but I will tell it in first person.

I was paintballing with my friends Kevin, Dave, and Mike in these sand dunes near the University last summer. Me and Kevin had gone out and sprung for ghillie suits at the Army store, and Dave and Mike were all camo’d out. We had been playing for about an hour when Dave ran out of CO2 and had to run up to the paintball supply place to get some more.

Kevin, Dave and Myself sat down for a while and drank a few beers. We were covered in paint. We weren’t playing with regulation rules – we were just all out battling. Shooting eachother 100+ times. My body was completely sore with welts from paintballs that had worked their way through the fabric of the ghillie.

We were sitting on one dune in camping chairs as we saw a Hillsborough County Sheriff car hauling ass around the corner. Where we were playing was fenced in, and the car skidded into the entrance, stirring up all kinds of dirt and dust behind it. The car slid to a stop about 15 feet away from where we were sitting atop our dune-throne, and a rather aggressive little woman threw the driver side door open and burst out with her gun drawn, pointed directly at us.

“Get your hands in the fucking air, and turn your backs towards me now! Don’t make me tell you twice or I’ll shoot you!”

Nearly pissing my pants I thrust my hands up over my head and turned around. “Holy shit dude, she’s gonna shoot us.” Kevin said through his ghillie mask. Despite sitting in the hot sun for the past fifteen minutes waiting for Dave to return, Kevin decided not to remove the Chewbaccaesque mask. I opted to enjoy a cool beer, and thus removed mine.

I thought to myself, we must look like terrorists or something. Someone saw us out here shooting guns, and wearing these ridiculous suits and called the cops. I’m going to get shot because we decided to paintball today.

We stumbled our way backwards down the dune, sand giving way beneath our feet and stopped about five feet away from the obviously frightened officer.

“Ma’am, have we done something illegal?” I managed to tremble out, stuttering over the “S” for what seemed like 10 seconds.

“Get your asses on the ground, face down, and put your hands behind your backs!”

We did as instructed.

She got cuffs on us, and stood Mike up and put him in the back of her car. I was next, scared shitless.

By the time she got to Kevin, she wasn’t sure what to do. He still had his full ghillie suit on, and she looked pretty frustrated about what was going to happen next.

“How do you get this damn thing off?” She demanded.

A muffled voiced Kevin replied “There’s a string in the mesh that unties the top. Then the suit unzips from the inside.”

“How do I get it off of you?”

“Well, if you uncuff me I can take it off.”

“You must be out of your damned mind. Y’all are out here shooting guns and you think I’m going to let your hands free?” She was giving him the look to accompany such a statement.

It was about this time that Dave pulled up. Remember, he’s in full camo. He even painted his face. Ridiculous.

“GET YOUR HANDS UP AND OUT THE WINDOW! I WILL NOT ASK YOU AGAIN!”

Dave puts his hands up and starts crying. He’s only 19 and has also been drinking beer before he left.

“I’m sorry!”

Another cop car pulls in behind him. The driver cop jumps out with his gun drawn, prompted by the distressed and over reacting female officer. The passenger cop gets out as well, and takes position at the top of the car, shielding himself with the door.

“Holy fucking shit.” Mike mutters under his breath.

The male driver cop comes around his door, opens Dave’s car door and pulls him out. He had him cuffed before both of Dave’s feet even hit the ground. Dave and Kevin went into the back seat of car #2.

The driver cop, Officer Ted Burger [Turd Burglar?] opened the door to our car, and started questioning us.

“I’ve been typing this story for too long.” He said.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Well, cut to the fucking chase then, sir!” I replied to his previous reply.

“I’m going to ask you a bunch of questions, and find out that your uncle is my boss. Then I’m gonna call him, and let you go. Ok?”

“Sounds great to me!”

“GET YOUR ASS ON THE GROUND!”, the psycho lady cop screamed.

I hear the Swamp Monster look is back in this winter :P

This is awesome. Great idea

ohhh
big pussy design but good!

i could foresee this being a bitch to zip up :D

could be the coolest hoodie ever, but im not sure.

david!

i feel liek i am playing cod4 and im the sniper in that jacket

it’d be alot lighter if you used a 1/2” less thread on each. it’d only look a little different, but would be 5 pounds lighter!

jfinley said: much respect for creating that

thx Jeff!

Yes, my gf put on the jacket, and fell asleep on the floor of jared’s office. hahha.

This is probably the most rediculous idea I've ever seen.

I love it!
Mad props dude.

It kinda reminds me of those shaggy dogs with dreadlocked hair. Anyone else?

i'll def wear this to battles just to show it off