Lake Ozark, Missouri: Injun Joe and Country Bumpkin: Muffler MenCountry Bumpkin has been undergoing repairs in a warehouse since May 2013. Injun Joe was successfully restored and returned to his old spot on Aug. 13, 2016.
Visitor Tips and News About Injun Joe and Country Bumpkin: Muffler Men
Big Indian (sidekick Happy Halfwit gone)
The Happy Halfwit is gone, and so is the park.[John Luther, 07/16/2014]
Cruised through Lake Ozark a few weeks ago on a trip and noticed that the Halfwit that used to stand in front of what was known for years as "Dogpatch" had left town. Not sure when he departed, but I did see him during Fall of last year. Still a few shops and an arcade behind him that are open. The good news is that the Indian across the street is still there, greeting visitors.[Rob, 04/23/2014]
These are some pictures from earlier this week of the mutant muffler men near Bagnell Dam (a.k.a. Lake Ozark), MO. The half-wit's identified location in the "defunct Dogpatch" may or may not be right, since in March, everything there looks defunct ... but may just be waiting for the arrival of Ozark spring. There appears to be at least one viable roadside attraction behind him, the Old Time Photo place, whose sign helpfully explains to those not acquainted with the genre that the old time photo is, in fact, "Of You." The noble savage is across the highway, in "Two Bit Town," which also boasts a fiberglass gorilla, though it is also closed at least for the season. The half wit has a bumper sticker on his back, advertising adult temporary tattoos, with the motto "From Fantasy to Flesh." I think "From Fantasy to Fiberglass" ought to be the Official Muffler Man motto. P.S. I think the Muffler Man spotter t-shirt is excellent.[Dave Vander Velde, 03/21/1999]
The Half Wit and Indian are standing directly across the street from each other. Both have arms raised either in greeting or for a "gate" effect, and the Half Wit's raised arm looks scarily Naziesque. His pants are replete with patches and he has little to no iris coloration. He no longer holds the lantern; it's at his feet. Must've been too heavy. Or maybe he tired of playing Prometheus. Kind of.[Kendal Obermeyer, 11/30/1998]