His secret identity is the mild-mannered reporter Philbert Desanex. (Occasionally, however, Shelton has depicted Wonder Wart-Hog and Desanex as two distinct individuals, with Wonder possessing the ability to reside inside the reporter's body.)
Shelton moved to San Francisco in the late 1960s, and founded Rip Off Press with four friends from Texas (fellow UG cartoonist Jack Jackson, Fred Todd, and Dave Moriaty) in 1969. In 1976, Rip Off Press was located at 1250 17th Street at the foot of Potrero Hill in San Francisco, CA., where a group off ex-Texans had migrated to the Haight-Ashbury in the 70's. Gilbert Shelton later moved to Paris, France to keep company with Robert Crumb.
The following stories from Drag Cartoons have never been reprinted:
Drag Cartoons 43-46 had work by Gilbert Shelton, but no Wonder Wart-Hog.
Wonder Wart-Hog's adventures were serialized in comic strip form in many underground newspapers and college newspapers from the mid-1960s through 1977.
Many of these Wonder Wart-Hog stories were collected in three comic books from Rip Off Press in the mid 1970's (Not only) The Best of Wonder Wart-Hog. These three issues reprint all of the Rip Off stories (but not all of the covers and single page appearances) except for the following:
The most recent story of the Hog of Steel appears in Zap Comix (#15).
Hogging the Limelight: A Wart-Hog Invasion Is Unnerving Jonathan Scott's Dogs. Meanwhile the Author, Photographer and Big Cat Dairy Presenter Describes the Work That Lies Ahead for His Wife Angie and Himself. (out of Africa)
Mar 01, 2002; The other day, one of our dogs, Mara, appeared with a huge swelling over her left eye. My first though was that she had forgotten...
Tasty Wart Hog Is the Dish of the Day; between the Lions, Cheetahs and the Game Meat Hunters, Nairobi's Wild Wart Hogs Are Having a Tough Time of It at the Moment. Jonathan Scott Reports on One Who Had a Lucky Escape, and Receives Sad News about Shadow's Cubs. (out of Africa)
May 01, 2002; It has been a bad week for wart hogs. The Dig male who had begun to think of our garden as a second home, and who was already...