Some past cartoons I’ve made that have been included in my former blog. They’re fun to do. Every so often I’ll add another one.

This is a painting I did of the run-a-way bride.  She’s a chicken.

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Winter-I’m left behind in Erie.

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The Latest Fish Fashion
I caught a fish once that had obviously been caught several times before and I wondered why that particular fish didn’t learn his lesson.

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Don’t Take it Literally

“He made the save standing on his head!”, screamed the announcer on TV as I walked into the room. “Darn, I missed it! What a show off, he really made a save standing on his head?”, I asked my husband. Thank goodness he set me straight about hockey expressions way back then because I’d hate to think that a credulous person like me could have, and possibly would have, believed the puck had eyes or that there was cutlery out on the ice.

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The announcer is saying, “Discussion, oral or written without the expressed- written consent of the&%4 Network, is prohibited. All memory of this telecast will self-destruct in 30 seconds.”

No Rebroadcast and Other Sillyness

My husband and I were watching a hockey game last night and the announcer came on with that long announcement they make before the end of the broadcast stating you can’t do this or that with the broadcast. It seems to be getting even more strict and almost silly. I drew (painted) this cartoon.

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Along the Road (cartoon)
When I was very small in Minnesota,whenever we went on a roadtrip us kids would have a counting contest. In Minnesota it was cows in fields along the road and if you came upon a dairy, which was likely, the game was pretty much over because we couldn’t count that fast or that high.

When we moved to California, the game turned into counting horses out in the pastures and pens along the road.

Here in Pennsylvania I haven’t got over my counting game, it is kind of a ritual of a trip. But here I count dead deer…..sometimes dead raccoons. Last year between Pittsburgh and Erie there must have been more than 50 dead deer along the freeway during that trip. That was horror, what was that all about?

Luckily, when we went to Grove City the other day I counted only 2 dead deer in the first few miles but none after that. I wasn’t as scared coming home that night. I never worried about hitting deer when I lived in California, loose 1,200-pound horses in the fog, yes…but deer, no.

Above is a light-hearted cartoon I drew of what you may see on a cross-country trip at night.

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The Aftermath of Steelhead Fishing - Two years ago, my husband and I went to Walnut Creek during a winter month and had to laugh. We hadn’t noticed the amount of “entanglement” until the leaves were gone from the trees. I can only imagine the amount of swearing that must have taken place there. Above is a sketch I made honoring all those who left a little something behind.

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OIL CREEK

* Our vacation was spattered with painting, fixing cracks in the plaster, scraping woodwork, cleaning out closets and one day of fishing.

* The most memorable day was spent at Oil Creek. The water was very low but they did stock it last week. I was hoping for some dumb hatchery fish to fall for the tiny fly I had on the end of my hook but I guess my clumsy splashing through the water to get to my spot made even a dumb fish wary.

* I find that I’m a pretty good flyfisherwoman for about an hour. My line lays out softly and pretty accurately when I concentrate on my form. If after about an hour I don’t catch a fish, my attention span is shot. I soon find my line slapping the water in an almost spiteful way. Maybe I’ll hit one on the head.

* Then I start looking around to see if anyone else is catching anything. Is someone else catching them all? Perhaps my husband? I spot him down river and he seems content and happy sending his line out across the water but I don’t see anyone catching anything.

* Then I’m starting to think that perhaps I may soon have to find the restroom, not yet, but something to think about as I stand in the running water and starting to get a bit chilled from the late afternoon breeze.

* Soon after that I’ll go through my “looking around” stage. Oh, look at that bird. Gee, is that a beaver? What made that noise in the bushes?

* Then a large orange leaf catches my eye as it floats gracefully down from the tree on the bank. Suddenly it is so quiet I can actually hear it hit the water.

* Wow, it is so beautiful here, I’ll think to myself. Then a Great Blue Heron flies overhead.

* Thank goodness the fun of fishing doesn’t depend on catching fish.

* When the day was over and we were heading back we came across a nice lady who asked us how we did. Skunked, was my answer. She got 2, her husband, 5 rainbows. Really? “What did you use”, I asked. Wooly buggers was her answer. Ahhh….wooly buggers.