So, this happened. After a year of waiting patiently, a chap in the UK told me I was next in line for a commission. He tends to draw things exaggerated, and I proposed to him the idea of a jackalope. A few dollars exchanged and some ideas sketched out, but here's Vernell Ray.
My two middle names smushed together and my late father's middle name.
He's a retired trucker, too fat for the open road. So he's settled into being a damn good mechanic with a hefty appetite.
Why a jackalope? I don't see too many of 'em in the furry community, plus I've been to Wall Drug out in South Dakota and my fat ass has been on the fiberglass one a time or two. (I also have a stuffed one, and his name is Caleb after one of my dearly departed friends.)
He's 6'5" or so (if you don't measure the antlers) and the only people who know his weight are at the feed store or the sale barn. He prefers to get paid for his hard work in cold beer, rather than cold hard cash.
Jerrycakes