What a fine Earth Day message from Mark Trail and his new illustrator, James Allen (don’t worry — Jack Elrod is still at the helm). I feel a little guilty about mashing it, but <Mark + Rusty + fishing poles = Amazing!!!>
I don’t quite understand fly-fishing. Granted, it’s more exciting than golf, but it seems that it would be less exciting than EVERYTHING ELSE ON EARTH!
Okay, that was several year ago before I stumbled across The Comics Curmudgeon (go check that out right now!), and I have to say if it’s good enough for Hollywood moguls, rich-as-Croesus attorneys, messed-up teenagers displaced by Hurricane Katrina, physicians who do something (I guess), eternal heroes and wildlife/wilderness writers, it must be good enough for me!
Kinda noisy and crowded, though…
When will we see Mary Worth in hip-waders, though? (Damn! Wilbur took his long-lost son fishing, too, didn’t he?)
Ghost Who Loiters just cannot leave well enough alone…
(an enterprise of Shady Shrew Mega-Corp. Yes, Shady is marketing “silk” garments again.)
And just to prove that It’s a Small World After All…
And we’re going to be questioning the wisdom of this trip for some time…
Okay, gingkos are pretty nifty, too.
And just because you don’t see an Asinoitherium in the comics every day… (plus, a Mystery solved!)
And yet, There’s No Place Like Home!
From Lost Forest! To New York City! Back to Lost Forest! What a week so far!!
Can anything possibly top it?
*sigh*
Well, suffice it to say that Judge and Mrs. Parker are going to tropical Mexico for their son’s wedding, and Katherine is outfitting the Judge with the latest in early 20th C. exploration gear. This met with a really frightening expression from Hizzoner, which reminded CC’s Calico of Grumpy Cat.
Which led to a request that I was only too happy to oblige:
Which led to an opportunity to use the request again:
(and GC’s on my Facebook profile pic for the moment, too. Nothing succeeds like excess.)
There’s a new story in Mark Trail, and although it’s Jack Elrod’s story, there’s a new cartoonist for the strip, the excellent natural history artist who has been doing the Sunday Mark Trails for several months now. Good luck to him!
Of course, some things never change (like the 1950s)…
Boy howdy…that brain of Mark’s is always crankin’…
Next: Fun Without Rusty!
…close your eyes…
…take a deep breath and imagine the sounds of a fat man in a wetsuit trying to run away/being tackled.
Truly, life could only be better if–
And it looks like we’re winding down. (Is Rusty still breathing? Let’s find out!)
Mutant though he may be, that Rusty sure has great breath control (must be the gills/anaerobic respiratory system/whatever)…
