Dog The Bounty Hunter

Last night A&E started airing new episode of Dog The Bounty Hunter.  I’ve never been a nut about reality shows, and but Duane “Dog” Chapman’s family of Hawaiian bounty hunters are as consistently entertaining as anything scripted on TV.

The new season opened with a lead on a $75,000 bounty, taking the team to San Fransisco with a little less than 72 hours to catch a guy before they’d have to cough up all the money to the state.  They spent the better part of 3 years looking for this guy, and in 3 days chasing his friends all over town, they got him.  Dog has never failed to catch his man.

I really love this guy.  When I first started watching, I was kinda laughing at him and his obviously peculiar wife, brother, and sons (and other hangers-on) who work with him in the bail bonds business.  They deck themselves in leather, dark sunglasses, dangerous amounts of hair products, and T-shirts with “Lynard Skynard” or slogans like “Fighting Solves Everything.”  They don’t carry firearms, instead relying on an intimidating appearance and compassionate attitude to bring in their targets.

Yeah, compaission.  After they get done yelling “Down speed-freak!” and “Ice is the road to hell!” they usually buy their guy some mcdonalds, give them a smoke, let them call their mom, and then turn him into police.

I can’t suspend my cynacism though when they work out with wanted posters in front of them and coin phrases like “We are fishers of men” and the way Dog got all teary when recounting his father’s dying words:  “you are the world’s greatest bounty hunter!”

God, I must sound like a dumb fanboy with this post, but I can’t help it.  Its funny.  Hilarious, even.  From the Ozzy intro to the group prayer before the hunt, I can’t stop laughing at and with this show.  They’re bizarre, they’re crazy, and they’re what I want to be when i grow up.