Wildlife Outlaws "FUCK CODY ROBERTS" Tee
Wildlife Outlaws "FUCK CODY ROBERTS" Tee
For the voiceless wolf. For those who bite back.
Front: Wildlife Outlaws — the mark of the defiant. Inked sharp across your chest like a brand. The symbol of those who stand where cowards cower, who defend what crawls under no man’s leash.
Back:
Nothing subtle. Nothing polite.
FUCK CODY ROBERTS
Big. Bold. Brutal.
A tombstone-sized curse, carved in ink for the whole rotten world to see. His name dragged through the mud, pissed on by truth, spit on by every soul that knows what he did — the torture and execution of a wolf pup, a defenseless creature chained, beaten, and bled under the hands of a pathetic excuse for a man from Daniel, Wyoming.
This shirt doesn’t whisper justice.
It screams vengeance.
It is for the wolf, for the wild breath stolen and silenced.
It is for every outlaw who knows that monsters in cowboy boots don’t deserve second chances — they deserve to be remembered as filth.
You don’t wear this shirt for fashion.
You wear it like armor, like a snarl, like a war drum.
You wear it to remind every bastard who raises a hand to the wild — that there are still people out here with long memories and clenched fists.
This isn’t activism.
This is retribution in cotton and ink.
Throw it on.
Speak loud.
And let the world know:
FUCK CODY ROBERTS. THE WILD DOES NOT FORGET.
Wildlife Outlaws "FUCK CODY ROBERTS" Tee
For the voiceless wolf. For those who bite back.
Front: Wildlife Outlaws — the mark of the defiant. Inked sharp across your chest like a brand. The symbol of those who stand where cowards cower, who defend what crawls under no man’s leash.
Back:
Nothing subtle. Nothing polite.
FUCK CODY ROBERTS
Big. Bold. Brutal.
A tombstone-sized curse, carved in ink for the whole rotten world to see. His name dragged through the mud, pissed on by truth, spit on by every soul that knows what he did — the torture and execution of a wolf pup, a defenseless creature chained, beaten, and bled under the hands of a pathetic excuse for a man from Daniel, Wyoming.
This shirt doesn’t whisper justice.
It screams vengeance.
It is for the wolf, for the wild breath stolen and silenced.
It is for every outlaw who knows that monsters in cowboy boots don’t deserve second chances — they deserve to be remembered as filth.
You don’t wear this shirt for fashion.
You wear it like armor, like a snarl, like a war drum.
You wear it to remind every bastard who raises a hand to the wild — that there are still people out here with long memories and clenched fists.
This isn’t activism.
This is retribution in cotton and ink.
Throw it on.
Speak loud.
And let the world know:
FUCK CODY ROBERTS. THE WILD DOES NOT FORGET.
Wildlife Outlaws "FUCK CODY ROBERTS" Tee
For the voiceless wolf. For those who bite back.
Front: Wildlife Outlaws — the mark of the defiant. Inked sharp across your chest like a brand. The symbol of those who stand where cowards cower, who defend what crawls under no man’s leash.
Back:
Nothing subtle. Nothing polite.
FUCK CODY ROBERTS
Big. Bold. Brutal.
A tombstone-sized curse, carved in ink for the whole rotten world to see. His name dragged through the mud, pissed on by truth, spit on by every soul that knows what he did — the torture and execution of a wolf pup, a defenseless creature chained, beaten, and bled under the hands of a pathetic excuse for a man from Daniel, Wyoming.
This shirt doesn’t whisper justice.
It screams vengeance.
It is for the wolf, for the wild breath stolen and silenced.
It is for every outlaw who knows that monsters in cowboy boots don’t deserve second chances — they deserve to be remembered as filth.
You don’t wear this shirt for fashion.
You wear it like armor, like a snarl, like a war drum.
You wear it to remind every bastard who raises a hand to the wild — that there are still people out here with long memories and clenched fists.
This isn’t activism.
This is retribution in cotton and ink.
Throw it on.
Speak loud.
And let the world know:
FUCK CODY ROBERTS. THE WILD DOES NOT FORGET.