Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 03, 1971
April 02, 1971
April 04, 1971
Transcript:
Mark: Dad, there's something that's bugging me... Dad: Yes, son? Mark: Well, here I am at one of North America's finest fishing clubs, peacefully angling on beautiful, reflecting Woods Pond...and right now I am reeling in a spunky, two pound speckled trout with a flashing, pink underbelly... Dad: Yeah? Mark: I've never been so bored in my entire life.
