What can I say? I've been a Pat McManus fan for decades. There is not one new thing in this book that I haven't read in one form or another in his previous books. The cast of characters is all here in their glory - his friend Retch Sweeny, Crazy Eddie Muldoon, mountain man Rancid Crabtree, his family including his wife, Bun, his mom, Grandma (or Goombaw of previous book title) and everyone's favorite big sister, the Troll, his daughters, and others both real and imagined and some imagined to be real.
However, don't let the sameness put you off. While that is the chief defect of the book, it is also the strongest case for reading it. One doesn't lace up a pair of hunting boots and sling an old weather-beaten pump shotgun over the shoulder because the experience is new and unique. One doesn't fish the same old fishing hole that's been fished for years expecting something unusual and unexpected. These experiences, like reading McManus, are enjoyed for their very familiarity and regularity. It is the delight in hearing the same story told a different way or a different story told the same way that makes this book so engaging.
Pat is still hilarious, still self-deprecating in his oblique way, and still winking at us with impish hat tips. If you've never read a McManus book, it may take you a while to get his humor. If you don't fish or hunt or appreciate these pursuits, the book is not for you. But for us folks who pursue fish and game, McManus distills the essence of our souls between the pages of yet another same-old-same-old new set adventures.