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?)
What a great Jumble puzzle! We’re pretty sure that’s Watterson and Breathed (two of the Titans in recent comics history) in the foreground, judging by the cats on display. (Did I ever mention that when my friend Kurt thumbs through his old Bloom County books, Opus has my voice? Then again, Chuck and Jeff are Calvin and Hobbes, in that order.)
But no Snuffles?!? Justice must be done!
[Yes. I love mashing Jumbles.]
…alienatin’ politicians. Really, Lu Ann, that’s a win-win-win situation for your charity all the way around!
Maybe I was a wee bit premature (not the best word to use in situations such as this, perhaps) in my original assessment…
(I have to admit, I love the sly “come hither” look on Lu Ann’s face in Panel 2.)