If this blog were a grocery store out in Bucksnort, Tennessee, there’d be a sign on the door saying “Gone Fishing.” Instead, here’s a post explaining that I’ll be away from the blogosphere for several days, as I’m grabbing the Freaky Weasel and heading into Alexander Supertramp territory for an Alaskan adventure.
Maybe I’ll even get my beloved beard back. Or find myself. I’m hoping for both.
Wow! Have a great trip!
Good luck, good hunting. Just keep an ear out for banjo music – – even in Alaska.
Just don’t eat any wild roots. They can be deadly!
Have a great trip!
Be sure you can identify the difference between an Elk and Moose. Lest your knowledge of the wild be questioned if the matter of an untimely demise should occour.
Don’t join a cult!
At least, join a good one!
Wow, y’all–I’m so impressed by how many Muskrat readers have read the book/seen the film! Muskrats are awesome–Pretty Bride wants moose jerky. Here’s hoping.
Nice, grow another beard and have fun kayaking with the nude Swedes!
Dude, I totally want to eat some poisonous roots and die a lonely death … color me jealous!
Rickey also recommends that you join a cult, they provide great haircuts!
Hoho, this is the exact info. i need. Thanks dude! 🙂