Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for October 23, 2013

Another scary rural legend: Hootenhoppers. Giant, man eating grasshopper-like creatures with flaming eyes and jaws like scythes.

No wonder Appalachian valleys are called “hollers.”

Telling ghost stories must be a favorite pasttime in the Appalachian mountains, I did a quick search and there sure are a lot of them.

Bruno, I have a jackelope, an eight point, don’tcha know…. ……

West Virginia? He’s just drunk and covered in coal dust….

and least we forget, the huge wangerdangle…now that’s a mouthful.

I’ve heard a TON of stories about people who looked out the winder, or some other place, and seen long dead Granny or some other familiar figure, beboppin’.Never heard one where anyone ran up to them and saying, “Hey, Granny!! Granny!! What’s it like where you are??”

too bad we can’t put the mothman, Jersey Devil, Chupacabra, La llorona and bigfoot in a cage match.

Even though you might not hear banjos in Times Square, you could be in the same danger.

La Llorona would win.

There are advantages to being already dead.

I’ve seen this strip before … about ten years ago …

Cue up the “Green Acres” theme song!

We saw what we thought was a wild Gnu. Turned out to be a bewildebeast. We were lucky, there.

This strip has been in rerun mode for the last 3 weeks.

Thanks @Marv Walker. Good stuff.