I'm fairly certain you need to have at least one of these traits going for you to enjoy this book. About the Author: Patrick F. I felt a little bad about the deception. They are no sooner in the bottle than they're plotting their escape. Beads of sweat were dripping off the tip of her nose as she came staggering out of the garage carrying a huge green box in the general direction of the garbage cans. He grabbed a fishing pole and went off to the nearest river, from whence he shortly returned with his limit, in those days as many as you could carry plus one fish.
After the first few pages of this book I didn't think I would read the whole thing, I have no patience for fishing and am completely ambivalent when it comes to hunting. I stood up, slipped the rifle safety back on, and jacked out the shells. Simply for the vivid and laugh-out-loud moments of humanity that Mr. Now, you dig up a worm out of a garden, an individual who has been through a couple of rototillings, and that worm has been around. Well, his Marine mates couldn't help but notice his laughter, and soon he was sharing the book with the other guys.
Fish cannot resist them, in their shells or out. . He happened to glance out into a field fairly alive with grasshoppers and noticed a man leaping about on all fours and slapping the ground with his hat. I thought the cat had killed another bird. Well, it just so happens that this little metal band is a 1950 deer tag.
With tongue pressed firmly in cheek and a gentle but penetrating eye for human foibles, Patrick F. For many years I read it just prior to the local deer hunt, and it helped produce some of the best writing I ever got from the football players! He didn't seem to know that he was poor, however, and I never had the heart to tell him, because he was the happiest person I'd ever met. Anyway, I started looking around, trying to find some of the books to give to these men as gifts. There were a dozen or so other anglers on the stream, and they were so astonished at my success that they could not help expressing their awe by jovially threatening to slash my waders the next time I was in deep water. It is still just a good as it was almost 30 years ago. It is must reading for outdoorspeople, spouses of ourdoorspeople, children of.
Just short little things, but each had a quirky punchline. This is a great gift book to any family member who loves or despises the outdoors and sure to bring a hearty chuckle or downright side-splitting laughter to even the most indoor-dwelling reader. The beginning angler is often of the impression that there are only three kinds of worms: small, medium, and large. Timeless treasure, heirloom pass on. Some time ago a sporting-goods company sent me a package of freeze-dried worms. I love the McManus books.
Some hold it is better to tell your wife first, and the others claim it is better to let her make the discovery for herself. I checked, and this one is just filled with a bunch of old junk. I am sure you will find a laugh or two along the way. The reason I feed them coffee grounds is that numerous people have told me that that is what worms like to eat. Few light spots on first page. It was kind of funny to read them from an adult perspective and be able to get all the jokes.
My favorite method of preserving live bait is to store it in the refrigerator until it is ready for use. True, McManus often settles for stale old gags and routines. Among additional topics explored are The Crouch Hop and Other Useful Outdoor Steps, The Sensuous Angler, and Psychic Powers for Outdoorsmen. Even the Khan was beside himself with joy, a condition that caused Mrs. The spine may show signs of wear. I sent this to him because, 1 he's a country boy, 2 he has a delightful sense of humor, and 3 I figured he would enjoy the deep laughter from each page!! I am, however, a guy.
Some edge wear, creasing, soiling. I explained to her that the box she was attempting to commit to oblivion was filled with priceless relics of my youth. Rummaging around in the box, I found the first dry fly I ever tied and held it up for my wife to view. When he was about to give up and go back to dry flies, the caveman decided to bait his hook with a worm. I'm not a camper, hunter or fisherman.
Then Leroy started picking up worms and stuffing them into his pocket, tomato cans not yet having been invented. So much for the history of live bait. I really enjoyed this book, a timeless treasure of woods experiences remeniscent of my youth in the woods, streams and lakes of Michigan, including the red wool clothing I still faithfully cling on to. Perhaps I liked it because it was so close to my own experiences growing up on a homestead in Alaska. McManus portrays in his work.