Second in the set of four by Mr. McManus, retired outdoor humor writer. This is very consistent with the previous (“Real Ponies don’t go Oink!”), in that the protagonist is a not-very-good outdoorsman with equally-not-very-good pals (Rancid Crabtree, Crazy Muldoon) and barely tolerated by long-suffering wife Bun. So a sampling: After expounding on the concept of cabin fever as experienced by the narrator and his family when he was a kid, he goes one better by describing “Two Man Tent Fever,” in which he and his pal Parker Whitney endured twenty hours waiting out a storm in just such a tent; the paranoia, hallucinations, irritability and downright murderousness become even more intensified! The titular article concerns a neighbor, Al Finley, whose chief goal in life is immortality, and in that vein he comes up with “Never sniff a gift fish” because “How many gift horses is anyone really gonna get?”. In this way, Al hopes to be known for coining a phrase for the common man. The best, in my opinion, is “Edgy Rider,” in which the narrator and his buddy Crazy Muldoon come up with cows as a reasonable substitute for pigs as ersatz horses. So they attempt to stride one of the Muldoons’ Holsteins, several times from several vantage points. Of course, Crazy Muldoon’s father is – well, here’s a quote: “Mr. Muldoon was a burly Irishman with a volcanic temper, and he strongly objected to scientific experiments being conducted on his livestock.” The outcome and Mr. Muldoon’s response thereto, while predictable, is quite funny.
Another easy read, with a constant smile upon the reader’s face.