Patrick Francis McMANUS

My son found a copy of one of Pat's books for sale in a bookstore and gave it to me for Christmas a couple of years ago. When he told me to look inside I was shocked and delighted to see that it was a signed copy. It's one of my most treasured posessions.

My Dad was Patrick McManus! He was raised much the same way & hated school (so much he'd trap skunks' so the teacher would send him home) The school land was donated by his parents so he didn't have far to go. He was a slow reader but read books some everyday. When I got old enough, we'd read Pat's books to each other. We'd laugh so hard we'd have tears running down our faces. we'd be gasping for breath. We had many of the same experience's. (He more than me of course.) I was a bit meek but...

Patrick´s humor stress relieved me like nothing else could do during trying and difficult times of my life. I have given most of my collection of his books to my children and grandchildren so that they might enjoy the therapy. Thank you so much!

Pat, You are one of the best friends I never met. I followed your stories and articles in outdoor magazines and then in your outdoor humor books and novels. You brought so many laughs and cheer to your readers and to me personally. One of the great comedians of our time, Jeff Foxworthy, once said 'true stuff is the funniest.' I believe you must have adhered to this principle as I can personally relate to many of the zany adventures of Eddie, Vern, Retch, Rancid, and even your crazy dog...

One of my college buddies gave me a copy of "They Shoot Canoes Don't They" as a graduation present back in 1991. I've been a fan ever since and have bought all of his books, some of them multiple times because they have worn out from repeated readings. His characters are timeless and universal. I think everyone knows an Eddie or a Retch and maybe even a Rancid Crabtree. One of the things on my life's bucket list was to travel to Spokane and try to meet up with Pat and have coffee while...

Thank you for the many hours of tears and laughter I've spent in your books. I have one you signed for a library. It's one of my most cherished possessions.

Pat was one of the writers I idolized as a kid. I started reading his humor column in Outdoor Life when I was 12, in 7th grade, in 1974. I subscribed to Outdoor Life because of Pats stories. I'd swear Pat wrote some of them about me! Real Ponies don't go "Oink"! Poof no eyebrows! I did exactly what Pat described while experimenting with black powder, right down to placing it on an old bicycle seat! The Blue Dress may be the most hillarious story I've ever read! One of my fondest dreams was to...

I met Pat when I was 10, and already a huge fan. He spoke at the Young Authors conference in Moscow, ID. I asked him if the F in his name stood for all the Fs he got in english, a story he told us that day. He inscribed my book with "a very funny girl" and I taught myself how to write my name like he did. I suppose I should have realized he passed, but I didn't. It is wonderful to hear that he had such a rich and deep family to love and be with him. The world is better for his place in it.

I am late finding out that my favorite author died. I am glad he had hospice care however. This man's books made me laugh out loud. A few others made me chuckle, but the way he described his characters and their antics was just so funny, that I was uplifted every time. Not only that, but I reread them. Rare for me. Thank you Patrick for your skill, your ability, and your funny bone. God rest your soul, but make heaven laugh.