Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunting. Show all posts

Thursday, September 04, 2025

Scrolling Through Old Sports Comics

October 17, 1966
Did...Did this guy just accidentally blow his brains out? I mean, I guess he's still standing there and maybe he looks burned(?), but that's clearly a gun and NOT a cigarette lighter. I'm glad Veeblefester finds it so funny. What does he care, it's another head for his wall. Not that there's a lot of head probably left under that bad scan.

The elephant foot trashcan? (ottoman?) makes me physically ill.

Hmm. Now I know where Gladys and Wilberforce get it...

"This is the middle of the third quarter." Ok. That doesn't answer my question at all.





Hey, wait a minute...  2014       2025  Wilberforce already knew hockey had three quarters and two halftimes.

Wednesday, July 23, 2025

It's All Pig

September 12, 1966

On a casual glance with this comic, I initially thought "Oh, no! Their buddy (probably Thornapple) has been turned into a vampire! What a horrible night for a curse!" But he's just stuck in his sleeping bag and apparently we can't just pull that down to get him out?

It's fried ham slices/pieces. How can you not tell the difference? Has Brutus never seen bacon and/or Canadian bacon before? Is today is first day on Earth?





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Friday, July 18, 2025

King of Over the Hill

September 7, 1966
SHOOT 'EM!! Who cares if they are in the shape of heart and spelling MOM, you could probably down two or three of them since they are all clustered together like this!

Uncle Ted, you've been over the hill for years now. Hell, Brutus is over the hill now, too.

I'm more concerned that usually polite baristas are going around calling people of certain ages "old-timer". "Medium hot mocha with cinnamon for the old-timer!" "Large wrinkled middle finger for the whippersnapper, you dick."

Friday, January 31, 2025

And It's the First Part of a Trilogy

A man with a bow and quiver runs away screaming from a man with a gun who he must've accidentally shot in the butt with an arrow.
March 5, 1966
I guess the archer (dressed as Temu Robin Hood) shot the hunter in the butt with one of his arrows. Why is that tree so prominent? Was the hunter dressed as a tree? I wonder if the joke worked better when originally printed and not now nearly 60 years older and copied and scanned to be posted online.

Brutus and Gladys are sitting down and watching TV. Brutus is sitting, you know where. "I read the listing for this movie and I don't want to watch it now," Brutus says. "Why? What's it about?" Gladys asks. "About three hours and I don't want to stay up that late."
Same, really, but most movies are nearly three hours, it seems.

With some exceptions, if you can't tell a story within 100 minutes then you have no business making a movie. I'm gonna go crawl back into my old man cave now muttering about the music the kids these days listen to.

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Thursday Echo

Two hunters are being danced around by two giant moose. Their guns lay on the ground outside of their reach. One hunter angrily says "You'll never bag a moose without a mating horn, you said!"
January 14, 1966
Well, these guys are going to undergo some trauma. Don't get me wrong, I feel like these cartoon moose with their little mating dance would be kind and generous lovers, but real moose would probably just entice you, mount you, trample or crush you, and still try to shove it in.

Brutus is standing dangerously close to the edge of Echo Point. Brutus shouts into the void "Hello!" and the echo responds with "Hello!" Brutus then shouts "Brutus Thornapple is the greatest!" which the echo does not repeat, much to Brutus' consternation.
Maybe a moose will mate Brutus right off the edge of Echo Point. Which would definitely make the news because Ohio does not have moose.