This image was not staged. The little kind of a bunny doll was there when I stumbled into an apparent shooting range.
I’ve seen lots of makeshift shooting ranges since I started traveling all those years ago. People love to shoot TVs. People love to shoot bottles, lots of beer bottles since alcohol and guns go hand in hand. Sometimes in the same hand and that’s really impressive when you see it.
What really drew me to it though was that it was the only toy in the area. Someone didn’t think to bring a whole bunch of toys which would have made sense. You gotta shoot at something so the last vestiges of your childhood you’ve been storing in your mother’s house for 20 years would be perfect.
That’s not what the guy who brought the bunny did. He just brought the crudely made little bunny. That’s it. Nothing else. Maybe a TV.
Which really makes me wonder what was going on. Something weird that’s for sure. Something with a past, something with a secret, maybe something was going on that might have made for a great beer commercial.

Perhaps he walked in on the bunny laying with another, two timing him so to speak.
Some jealous rages turn violent you know.