Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 14, 2012

Yeah, but you gotta watch out for dem Hodags.

…it’s ‘da Yoopers’ ain’t it? ;-)

The time of year some UP bars put a sign out – No guns, no knives.

…no service?

You got better tips the second week of deer camp?

Eww, I shouldn’t have thunk that thunk.

Heard a song once, “While you’re out hunting, Honey, I’m gonna be fair game.”

I really wish that tourist season was handled like deer season.

And da Yoopers did a song about that, too. Titled “He’s Gone”.

Project much?May I suggest you head over to Luann to join with the other “comic charaters as real people” obsesives.

SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMPDa Yoopers

Hey there goes one (BANG!) Hey you shot my cow!

It’s the second week of deer campI got a swollen headI’m lying with the dustballsUnderneath the bedAn icy breeze is blowingInto the tongue and grooveMy pants are frozen to the floorAnd I’m too sick to moveI didn’t drink so manyJust durty (thirty) cans of beerIt musta been that last shotThat put me under here

It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year

I remember playing pokerThat weasel musta wonHe’s wearing my new swampersAnd sleeping with my gunHe’s snoring like a chainsawThe camp smells like a dumpSomeone’s dirty underwearIs hanging on the pumpMickey’s in the woodboxWeener’s on the stoveHis flannel shirt is smoking (sniff)I wonder if he knows (YEOW!)

It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year

Beadle’s crawling through the doorI think he got frostbiteHe passed out in the outhouseAnd he’s been there since last nightGoofus stumbled through the doorHe says he got a buckHe was coming from the waysideAnd hit it with his truckMusty cracked a beer and saidLet’s celebrateGoofus caught the first buckSince 1968

It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year

Fade out while repeating chorus