Reminds me of the time when…

…Andy was caught in a “Deer Trap.”  And no one knew where he was!  This would have been the late Summer of 1980, and I would faithfully check in on Andy every morning over my bowl of Wheaties…  and I knew that time wasn’t on Andy’s side, or mine, since I was about to leave home for a new academic year and I realized that the Wisconsin State Journal did not carry Mark Trail!!

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To my delight, my dear mother began clipping out the dailies and sending them to me on a weekly basis- mounted to typing paper, with (of course) snarky comments in the margins…  In case you wonder where I got this idea, The Daily Trail, I guess it all goes back to that…

And the artwork seems to be back on track… hallelujah!

Any port in a storm, right Andy?

When we last checked in, Andy was eye-balling this panel truck from a distance…  And Rusty had been dispatched by Mark to call Andy in from the storm…

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…what a difference a few days can make- Andy seeks shelter from the storm, leaps into the box, and voila, he’s made himself an unwitting captive.

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Trucker Travis closes the doors without taking a good look inside- I mean, why would he?

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Besides, Andy seems quite comfortable on the hard metal deck and isn’t fazed in the least in the fact that he truck has now started and is moving…

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So here we go, Ladies and Gents.  Remember- Andy has a tag.  People can read, there’s this thing called the internet…  Yet it will probably be a year before he is reunited with his humans…

Mark’s Home?

I’m Sorry, unless you show me some form of conveyance document, complete with consideration, the amount of which both parties acknowledge as sufficient, Lost Forest Is The Davis House, as in Doc an Cherry… Not the Trail House, as in Mark.  We have established over the years that Mark has fallen backwards into money and lives at Lost Forest, Schtupping the Owner’s Daughter (we assume) without so much as a farthing leaving his bank account…

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… But what have we here??  Development?  The bane of any good conservationist?  Especially the kind that is already set and “has his?”  Sort of like Al Gore’s house, which is not exactly Off the Grid…

Next thing you know, Mark will have a beer open…

…and scene…  Back we are at Lost Forest.  Andy running to?  from?  amok?

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Mark relaxing as best he can in a hand-made chair… leaning back, checking the weather on his phone.  Is that how he knows that there is a storm coming??  And Rusty, if he is to get more air-time, will have to agree to do more around the place that sit in his room reading the on-line comics…

Catching up… and a Sunday extra…

We still find Doc’s abnormally large head perched atop his withering frame…

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…but what in the good golly gosh is going on with Cherry’s hips?  I know it’s not polite to point and ask, but really?

And now onto really weird stuff…

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I don’t often look at the Sunday installment as it has nothing to do with the ongoing “stories,” but look at the artwork here.  James Allen is still putting his name to it, but I’m not buying it.  On top of it all, Mark looks like he is showing some gray in his hair… What th-?!

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…but OK, back to our new story line… Mark seems to think he can do anything he wants in the name of the magazine… but wait, did the ‘Camel’ expose just magically write itself?

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Yes, Rusty, that’s the same Mr. Aldridge.  <…insert snarky comment related to inappropriate youth interactions here…> It’s good that this came along, it’s been some time since Cherry had the place to herself, or at least without Rusty…

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Involved in what, Mark?  And if I’m not mistaken, Mark’s backpack is bigger than the one he had in the Himalayas!

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Ick.  Really?  Frank and Ellie look barely old enough to be out of High School, let alone parents to a child that might be Rusty’s age.  And where is Rusty anyway?  Did Mark forget him at home?

Concerned about Rusty? Ha! That’s a good one!!

Ah, it’s time to gather around the Ol’ Hearth at Lost Forest!

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Not to mention taking credit for stock photographs you might find!!

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Doesn’t Cherry have a proper seat?  Why is she perched on the wooden arm rest with her arm around her dad?  That’s kind of creepy… The Look on Doc’s face would suggest he is quite uncomfortable with the situation…

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Thanks for the public service announcement, but oh Cherry, you have no idea what Rusty is up to on the internet…  I shudder to think what is going on behind his closed bedroom door!

Oh, Thank Goodness!

Wrapping things up after a holiday weekend finds us in more familiar territory…

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…a quick cut to New York offices of Woods and Wildlife Magazine…

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… with Editor Bill Ellis talking to himself…  Why? because he is the only one remaining on the payroll as the world of print magazines continues to shrink.  And apparently Woods and Wildlife needs to start competing with the Weekly World News for readership… Yeti vs. Bat Boy?!

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And why was Mark “expecting” a call?  Because it’s the only way we can move this slug of a strip forward, and onto the next “Adventure…”

Uhhh… James…?

Not only is this a waste of ink and time…

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…but I swear we have been here before…

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…Mark whining about online trolling… Hopefully Cherry sees the voodoo warrior doll off camera, and while Mark continues to prattle on about his hurt feelings (wait… he has them now?  Oh that’s right- just for himself…) The little guy pops out and spears him in the buttocks!

Comments…

Struck a nerve, have we?

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“Comments?”  “Rusty reads the Comments?”  Mark sits up straight as an arrow, the Primitive Trailian brain kicks in, all fight or flight…

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Awww… Mopey Mark… are people making fun of you on line?  Just wait ’til that Raven swoops down and plucks out your eyeball!  Then you will know pain!  The pain we all feel day to day and we wend our way through you world…