Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…Rusty isn’t here. BEST FISHING TRIP EVER!

No! REALLY!

Well, maybe not quite the best.

Elk…dead.

Evil lobbyist…dead.

And still, I must include this, with very lovely dialog supplied by CC’s Illustrator Steve (he’s not just an illustrator!):

Ah, once more surrounded by the folks he loves most…you, too, Doc, Cherry…

Even Mark, like the potato, has a certain low cunning…

UPDATE: Sadly, I lost interest in the story. Suffice it to say, Johnny shot an elk but didn’t kill it (and refused to track it down so it could be humanely dispatched).  Blah, blah, blah, Johnny was led to believe that ol’ Luddite Mark had recorded incriminating evidence about defrauding the public of forest land, and he ran off to destroy the evidence.  I guess he was looking for a Dumpster or something, but what he found was…

Dun-dun-DUHHHHH!

…the wounded elk!  Who seemed a lot more angry than wounded:

Of course, things never quite end in a tidy fashion, even in Nature:

Oh, gee whiz!  This story can’t have THAT sad of an ending!  It’s just not the American way, or something…

Some folks are sticklers for detail, and although I don’t know how thick a small plane’s wings should be in order to allow it successful flight, I will certainly bow to the expertise of others on this topic.

OTOH, CC’s Dale appears to have an alternative use for those aircraft that are a wee bit under FAA standards. Wheeeeeee!

…you know he’s just as happy at a KOA Kampground.

When mashing a whole strip isn’t quite worth it.  A little snark here, a little snark there.

Because Mark Trail has Nature to enjoy and Bad Guys to punch!

Still, he’s never to busy to help solve a problem peacefully.  Reluctantly.

(Rumor has it that Mark pushed those wind mills into Johnny, Darling’s skull by hand…  Just sayin’.)

Ain’t it amazing to see elderly, balding Senators so exuberant about the future rather than living in the stodgy old past…damn those Good Old Days, anyway!

Yeah. So it looks like an E ticket ride at Disneyland.  You wish.