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Clinton Robert Labombard 
 
[2006 April 22]
I love wild venison. My brother-in-law in Tennessee is a deer hunter, an archer. One of the things I'd occasionally get in my mouth was deer jerky which was lightly marinaded in peppers. I still think I can do better, but it was damn good stuff --normally a bit too chewy, but sometimes perfect. Personally I'd rather make a deer roast with one of those legs.

Bow hunting is one of the hardest ways to hunt and that's even with the benefits of a composite bow. Granted, the range of a composite bow is going to be greater and once a composite bow is drawn it's pretty easy to hold it there for several minutes, which is normally necessary in lining up a shot. Since the range of a bow is lower than what you'll get with a rifle you obviously have to be patient or a very quiet stalker. I would gather my brother-in-law wasn't the kind to sit around waiting, but I never got a chance to see him in action.
 
 
 
M.A. Labombard 
 
[2006 April 24]
If you like wild vin---whatever, you'd like wild rabbit too. Just the right spice. Sometimes you don't even need to marinade. Apparently, the only novice bow hunter with a perfect aim is Steve Elkington. What I'd really like to see is someone nail a deer with a golf ball. That would be cool.
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Also, this was my first use of CAD in lieu of inking the sketches. Very primative compared to my later pages.
 
 
[Transcript] - Norm hops off Rudy's back as Rudy painfully gets to his feet. Rudy's head swims as he grasps his chest and slowly makes his way back to his truck. Norm says to Rudy, "Perhaps it's not my place to say, but you're not doing too well. Ever thought of just... giving up?"

Rudy replies, "You wait. I'm not dead yet."

Norm replies, "Oh, you will be --eventually. We're both eyeing your latisimus dorsi..."

Rudy offers, "Here. I got sumdin 'at you guys may like... gib'me a second..." Rudy reaches into the front seat of his truck and pulls something out. "C'mere."
 
 
       
 
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A latisimus dorsi may or may not be a nightclub in L.A., but in this comic it's referring to one of the broad, flat muscle in the back. Body builders often refer to these muscles as 'lats' and are the muscles that give them a 'cobra hood' when they're well-developed.
As you can see, Mel went for the super-small hotrod steering wheel which magically changes size several times in page 15. It's too bad she didn't use the one that looks like a chain. Those are a lot cooler than the brown-box version depicted here.