Most of those guys there couldn’t shoot straight to save their lives.
Sounds like Jef might be a fan of Da Yoopers.
He really said that!?!?
Pull my finger, son.
Deer camp – =Yooper heaven : )
For me in south Louisiana, it’s the duck camp. In duck hunting you get to shoot a lot more and the field dressing is much easier!
Did I hear a deer snort?
Today’s news: A high school custodian stopped a teenager who had already shot multiple other students. Respect the custodian.
Watch the campfire scene from “Blazing Saddles”
Here I sit, broken-hearted…
Escanaba in da moonlight
Please, no more flatulence references. What’s next, a guest appearance by Adam Sandler?
They drink, play cards and shoot da bull but never shoot no deer.
Yes, there is, Frazz. One can fart disappointingly – at least, that’s what I inferred when a guy on my subway car was telling his friend about the “most disappointing fart ever”.
There is also proudly!
I didn’t understand today’s strip until I read the comments. Deer Camp? Now I know about dear camp. and I guess the funny part is the answer must be “Proudly”. I would give this particular day a D+. But This strip is usually gets an A for a grade. SO I guess one day out of the rest is not so bad.
Deer camp for me is very much like Da Yoopers rendition as described above. Deer camp isn’t really about deer (that is the excuse). It is for beer drinking, camaraderie, poker, etc. If I wanted to get a deer, I could (I am good with a rifle). But, I do not like venison much, and so when at deer camp, I will occasionally go out and sit in an empty blind with an empty rifle (and a camera) because I do NOT want a deer. But, deer camp is mandatory… every year! It is wonderful.
Intestinal gas is entirely a gift of your internal microbes— but so is digestion.
What embarrassment? Just blame the dog.
I knew someone who blamed it on the barking spider.
Careful, Caulfield, you may be lactose intolerant!
When I was a kid I remember my father would fart, and then blame the dog… :D
Okay, this one here is (yet another) example where I think it might be greatly appreciated if somebody would explain the connection between deers, camps, and farts for the non-U.S. followers of Frazz – preferrably very slowly, patiently, and with good humor. I suspect there are many more of those who run straight into a culture barrier, not just little old me. (And hey, I come from a northern country where hunting is a way of life, not a city folks’ entertainment. There must be readers who know less about it than I do.)
An annotated edition as an international introduction to American culture might actually be a great idea.