The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw [NOOK Book]


More witty cautionary tales of outdoor life, by everybody's favorite expert on the subject, Patrick F. McManus.

America's celebrated humorist takes a plunge into metaphysics, convinced he can hold his own with history's mythmakers! McManus provides a hilarious and unforgettable experience as he satirizes history, popular legends . . . and life itself!

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More witty cautionary tales of outdoor life, by everybody's favorite expert on the subject, Patrick F. McManus.

America's celebrated humorist takes a plunge into metaphysics, convinced he can hold his own with history's mythmakers! McManus provides a hilarious and unforgettable experience as he satirizes history, popular legends . . . and life itself!

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
McManus ( The Grasshopper Trap ) has been making outdoorsmen laugh for some time now, but his new collection of writing passes a sterner test. Here he can amuse someone who's never even baited a hook. McManus's stories generally involve either the comic misadventures of life in the wild (``A Road Less Travelled By''; ``Gunkholing''; ``Water Spirits'') or first-person coming-of-age stories set in rural America (``The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw''; ``Scritch's Creek''). His comic voice, resonating with a surprising depth of wit, is expressed in a pleasant, quirky prose style--but shows a tendency to get cute. Characters cry ``Owww!'' and ``Arrrhhhh'' and ``Arp!'' incessantly and excessively, and the author indulges a fondness for italic type: ``I . . . gasp . . . forgot my billfold. It's . . . pant . . . in my tackle box. Get it for me . . . choke . . . will you?'' This talented writer doesn't need to poke readers in the ribs to let them in on the joke. Author tour. (June)
Library Journal
McManus, columnist for Outdoor Life and author of Rubber Legs and White Tail-Hairs (Holt, 1987), has come out with a new collection of countrified, down-home stories that are sure to amuse more than just lovers of the great outdoors. Granted, many of these stories are related in some way to McManus's areas of ``expertise,'' hunting, fishing, and camping, but there are a few that touch on psychology (``Boating Disorders,'' in which the writer helps people whose life has become dominated by their boat) and consumerism (``Garage-Sale Hype,'' in which the author relates how to get a really good bargain on fishing equipment). His narrative is peopled with such oddly named characters as Rancid Crabtree; Erful, Retch, and Verman Sweeney; Valvoleen Grooper; and others. Libraries that had a good following for McManus's earlier books will want this one, too.-- Carol Spielman Lezak, General Learning Corp., Northbrook, Ill.
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"Patrick McManus is a treasure."—The Atlantic

"Everybody should read Patrick McManus."—The New York Times Book Review

"A style that brings to mind Mark Twain, Art Buchwald, and Garrison Keillor."—People

"The funniest writer around today."—Atlanta Journal-Constitution

"McManus captures the innocence most of us lose when we become grown-up, and reading him you can't help recalling similar times and events in your own life."—Booklist

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466809499
  • Publisher: Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
  • Publication date: 5/15/1990
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 202
  • Sales rank: 240,786
  • File size: 212 KB

Meet the Author

Patrick F. McManus has written twelve books and two plays. There are nearly two million copies of his books in print, including his bestselling They Shoot Canoes Don't They?; The Night The Bear Ate Goombaw; and A Fine and Pleasant Mystery. He divides his time between Spokane, Washington, and Idaho.

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The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw

By Patrick F. McManus

Holt Paperbacks

Copyright © 1990 Patrick F. McManus
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780805013405

Night The Bear Ate Goombaw, The
SequencesI have long been a student of sequences, probably because of my upbringing on a farm and, perhaps the larger influence, my association with my stepfather, Hank. My mother remarried several years after my father died, and Hank came to live with us on our Idaho farm. He was a city person, at one time the manager of a minor-league baseball team who had spent most of his working life in the grocery business. You would expect that someone in the grocery business would know about farming and sequences, but both forever remained a mystery to Hank.What Hank seemed never able to grasp was that on a farm you simply don't go out and do a piece of work. No, the first thing you do is determine the lengthy sequence of activities necessary even to begin the job. Then you realize that the sequence of preparatory activities is so long you will never get to the intended task. So you go fishing instead. This had been my family's approachto farming for generations, and it worked fine, but Hank could just never get the hang of it.One day Hank said to me, "Pat, let's take off the day and go fishing up Ruby Crick.""Sounds good to me," I said. "Let's go.""Okay. But first we have to fix that hole in the pasture fence. Won't take but twenty minutes."My shoulders sagged. "Hank," I said. "Either we go fishing or we fix the fence. Which is it?""Both," he said. "First we fix the fence, then we go fishing. Now go get the wire stretcher and we'll get started."I saw that it was hopeless. No matter how often I had tried to explain sequences to Hank, he could never grasp their significance. "The wire stretcher's broken," I said."Oh, that's right. Well, we'll just run over to the Haversteads and borrow theirs.""Yeah, but the Malloys borrowed our post-hole digger.""We can swing by the Malloys and pick up our post-hole digger on the way back from borrowing the Haversteads' wire stretcher. Then we fix the fence and go fishing. Easy as pie.""We're out of fence staples, too.""Is that right? I guess after we borrow the Haversteads' wire stretcher and pick up our post-hole digger from the Malloys, we can zip into town and buy some staples at Jergans Hardware, come back, fix the fence, and go fishing.""But Hank, you promised Sam Jergans you would haul him in a load of hay bales from the Nelsons' the next time you came to town.""Danged if that ain't what I promised! I got to take Sam the hay when we go for the staples. Otherwise he'llbe mad as hops. We'll have to take the truck, but first we better pick up the spare tire that's over at LaRoy's Shop getting fixed. So here's what we'll do. We'll borrow the post-hole digger from the Haversteads, pick up our wire stretcher from the Malloys, stop by LaRoy's Shop and get the spare, go over to Nelson's and load the hay, haul the hay in to Jergans, buy the staples, come home, fix the fence, and go fishing. How does that sound?""You're getting mixed up, Hank. We borrow the wire stretcher from the Haversteads and pick up our post-hole digger from the Malloys.""Good leapin' gosh a'mighty, this is gettin' complicated. Now where did we start? I better write it down in the proper ...""Sequence," I said. "We started out to go fishing, but first you wanted to fix that stupid hole in the fence."It was this early training in sequences that made almost any endeavor in life seem impossible to me. That is why I have just gone fishing instead. I have always enjoyed reading about the great successes so many men and women achieve, and once I even thought I would read a book about how to become a success myself."I'm going down to the library to check out a book that tells me how I can become a success," I told my wife, Bun."That's a good idea," she said. "I only wish you had read it thirty years ago. Since you're going downtown to the library, will you drop off some clothes at the dry cleaners?""Sure.""I have a coupon for twenty-five percent discount on cleaning. Oh, darn! I threw the newspaper out. Will you run over to the Smiths and see if they still have theirs? And I told Bev Smith she could have that old trunk inthe attic and you can take it over to her when you go, but you'll have to repair the hinge on the attic door first, because otherwise the door will fall off, so when you're down in the basement getting your tool box, I'd like you to--""Forget it," I said. "I'm going fishing."I never did get to read the book on how to become a success. I doubt if I missed much. Once I did go to a seminar on becoming a success, and the speaker said the most important thing was for one to set goals for oneself. That was when I walked out. Any fool can set goals. I've set more goals than a trapper sets traps. I could set half a dozen goals for myself this very minute, without exerting more than a couple of brain cells in the process. The problem is getting to the goals. Every goal has a sequence swirling beneath it like the vortex of a whirlpool. Take your first step toward that goal and you're instantly sucked into the vortex, swirled downward endlessly farther and farther away from your goal, until you've completely forgotten what the goal was, and your only concern is how to get out of the vortex. It's kind of scary, if you think about it.I've seen decent, normal persons suddenly come down with ambition and set themselves a goal or two. Then they set off for their goals and you hear a diminishing wail as they're sucked down into the vortex of sequence, and they're never seen again, although sometimes you'll get a postcard from Acapulco. It's much better just to go fishing and forget about success. You'll be happier, take my word for it.Even fishing can be fraught with sequence, however, and you must be constantly on guard against it. Suppose, for example, Retch Sweeney shows up and asks me togo fishing with him. I say, "Okay," grab rod, reel, and tackle box, and start out the door."What test line you got on that reel?" Retch asks."Four-pound.""Not strong enough for bass. Go put eight-pound on. Ten would be better.""Do you want to fish or get sucked into a sequential vortex?" I snap, continuing on out the door."What? You got trouble with your drains again? Yeah, let's get outta here before Bun catches us. Four-pound's good enough."I have never attempted to explain sequences to Retch, but he has an instinct for avoiding them. Somewhere in the spacious recesses of his mind he senses that if I wait to put on eight-pound line before I go fishing, I will never get to the fishing. Maybe there won't be quite enough line to fill the spool. Then I will have to wind the line off the reel spool and back onto the stock spool. Next I will have to find some line to back up the eight-pound line. After that I will have to go to Gary Soucie's Hook, Line & Sinker to study the knot for tying two lines together. But then I'll remember I loaned the book to my next-door neighbor, Al Finley, but if I go ask Finley for it, he will want his lawn mower back before Bun has a chance to mow the lawn with it. Thus I will be forced to mow the lawn myself, then return the lawn mower to Finley, get my book back, study the knot, tie the two lines together, and wind them on the spool. By then it will be too late to go fishing. It's better to take my chances with four-pound-test.If you are to achieve any happiness in this world or know a moment's peace, you must learn to view any undertaking not as an isolated event in itself but as astarting point from which you work backwards through endless sequences. The happiest man I ever knew was my old mentor in woodscraft, Rancid Crabtree. Rancid understood the necessity of avoiding sequences. "You can't go chasin' life all over tarnation," he was fond of saying. "You got to set back and let it come to you. Stay in one place long enough and most everthang'll come by at least once."It didn't make any sense to me either. But the point is, Rancid was the happiest man I've ever known. Faced with some monumental task or dismal but necessary chore, he didn't sit around whining or cursing his luck. He just squared his shoulders, set his jaw, and said, "This dang nuisance can take care of itself. Let's go fishin'!"The man knew sequences.Copyright © 1989 by Patrick F. McManus


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    DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVE HAD ANY TYPE OF SURGERY. I have read this book over and over. and each time I have laughed and cried so much that I can not read this in a library for those two reasons and it just makes all your muscles hurt. He makes you laugh so much that it just makes you cry, honestly.even thou you did not grow up at the same time the stories bring you back to the things you did that put you about in his shoes as a kid. Him and crazy Madoon and the old man I have. I went out and got me an old man just like he said every kid needs an old man. Read this book. Thanks Mr. McManus

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    Posted November 13, 2003

    Need a laugh?

    This and many other of pat's books are outstanding. If you ever had a run in with a outdoor experance, you shure can relate to some of these experances.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2003

    Mcmanus's real life stories again

    Mcmanus strikes again with a homer as he tells of his earlier child days. This humorist author does more though than just tell his life stories. He makes us laugh so much that your tummy will hurt. So he did it again more real life stories from a man who never stops. This book is a must read.

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