Oh, Houghton Hollow. That’s the little valley at the end of Houghton lake (named for the famed explorer Sir James Houghton-Houghton) where the dam was built way back in the 1970s. There were some steep banks in the hollow that made the engineers grin with glee as they contemplated their gorgeous new dam. Plus, they got to flood half a town after it was built. Three of the engineers went in on a scuba diving company where you can dive down to “Lower Houghton Grove” and sit in a submerged van, and photograph yourself in a submerged school playground, and swim vaguely near the cemetery and then swim away again fast because it’s freakin’ creepy as hell, with all the drowned trees around it and the headstones and statues and all.
They used to tell a whole bunch of different ghost stories about the submerged town, but eventually they all got smooshed into one big ghost story about a Wukilar that was the mayor’s cursed son (or the cursed Mayor’s son, whichever) and who lived in the church next to the cemetery (graveyard, really, but who keeps track) where he lost his hands or his head in a boating accident. And now he either wanders the graves hoping a statue will lose its head that he can take for his own, or is listening to a walkman and can’t turn it off ’cause he’s missing… well, it’s a weird ghost story anyhow.
That got away from me.
…What I was going to say was “Ron ain’t wrong. Gonna be a lively weekend.”
Just don’t mix up the wrastlin’ and the fishin’ and get hooked by the wrong thing.
Heh. Hoot’n Holler
What is the hand sign in the 3rd panel?
Which characters will you *dredge* up for the scuba sub-arc?
Duke is waving an imaginary fishing pole in the third panel.
And the scuba sub-arc is not yet at all a thing, but it might be someday!
I think I’ll include caricatures of the main guys from “O Brother Where Art Thou”. Spoiler!
ah yes, the moibus strip of fly fishermen 🙂
Weird. I came in today, and the whole name/email/website URL was filled out as this.
HI GREG, It’s Allan.
Remember that bug I emailed you about? Yeah, that’s the one. Hope it’s not actually an exploit in your Comments plugin.
Yeesh, the 1970s don’t seem like that long ago to me.
But Ron may have another chance with Shelly, since Mal is bringing her along.
Starting to remind me of a Calvin scene we’re a trainload of toxic waste, a gasoline truck, and a crashing 747 are all converging on a farmer in his field.
my grin keeps spreadin…