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Originally Posted by Dansvan
The books of my youth. Rancid Crabtree and the gang will be missed. RIP
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For sure. When I was a kid, we had a 1973 Buick station wagon. I affectionately called it the "Mountain Car". I'm going to paraphrase as this is from memory 30-40 years ago, but I loved the one story where there was a skunk under Pat's woodshed and he wanted to get Rancid Crabtree to come over and get it out. Pat's grandmother didn't like that idea and said that "it wouldn't be a fair fight".
Pat replied, "Why, because Rancid would use tools and smoke and other things to get the skunk out?".
His grandmother replied, "No, because the skunk has a brain.".
So many good stories:
The Mountain Car
Bush Pilots
They Shoot Canoes, Don't They?
Useful Outdoor Comments
The Man Who Notices Things
Sorry, but I live some Patrick F. McManus stories...