Frankie, c’mon, man… Get yourself a subscription to Esquire or something…  Those mutton chops of yours are getting out of control!!  That’s quite a mouthful, though… “Big Mike Morrison’s Phony Hunting Lodge…”

There DOES seem to be all manner of smaller critter about, including rabbit and squirrel.  See Mr. Squirrel in panel one savor the thought of cracking into that nut- “No!  I won’t put this away for later!  I will not delay gratification!  Just this once I will EAT FOR TODAY!”  In the words of Dave Matthews, “Eat Drink and be Merry, for tomorrow we die…”

Note the picture of the Trail-head on the page in the second panel…  this is great.  Disguise?  I don’t need no stinking disguise.  Or, apparently you do, especially when you offer up your real name.  I mean, I mean what were you thinking mark?  Now you are found out!  But wait, why wouldn’t Trail want a trophy too?   Nice Nose, Big Mike…