Dude, I just finished my 30th book for 2012. Oh wait, wrong connotation. This dude is a western ranch type dude, and he’s dead. In “Death of a Dude”, Rex Stout takes us out to Montana. Montana, where the creeks run wild, are filled with trout, the cattle graze, locals don’t trust outsiders, and death arrives by a bullet in the back.
I’m not a fan of “westerns”, and so parts of this book had me yawning and wanting the story to be over, but parts were typical and enjoyable Nero Wolfe. I’ve also decided that I have to try my hand at “The Real Montana Trout Deal”, so I’m encouraging hubby to “…go fishing and catch [us] a trout.”
“The Real Montana Trout Deal”
Put a thin slice of ham about three inches wide on a piece of foil, sprinkle some brown sugar on it and a few little scraps of onion, and a few drops of Worcestershire sauce. Lay the trout on it, scraped and gutted but with the head and tail on, and salt it. Repeat the brown sugar and onion and Worcestershire, wrap up the foil around it close, and put it in the oven. If some of the trout are 8 or 9 inches and others are 14 or so, the timing is a problem. Serve in the foil.”
In the end, I was wrong about the murderer, the sheriff likely lost his job, the good guys won, and I found myself saying, “Satisfactory.”