I picked up Open Seasonbecause Hugh Hewitt recommends the author, C. J. Box. It was an enjoyable enough read, but I wouldn’t put Box in the first rank of mystery writers. Maybe it’s just because I’m such a tenderfoot, not sharing the author’s love of the great outdoors (though I like Stephen Hunter’s Bob Lee Swagger novels, which have plenty of fresh air, very much).
Joe Pickett, the hero, is a game warden in Wyoming. It’s what he’s always dreamed of doing, but things aren’t going smoothly. The pay is low and he has a wife and two daughters to support (another child on the way). On top of that, he makes a couple “bonehead moves” early on, like ticketing the governor for fishing without a license and (this is how the story starts) allowing a poacher to take his revolver away from him.
Still, he believes he’s getting the hang of things when the same poacher who took his gun away shows up one morning, shot dead on Joe’s wood pile. The only clue to his murder is a cooler containing the scat of unknown animals. Then two other “outfitters” are found murdered in a mountain camp, and Joe and two other officers get into a gun fight with the presumed killer. Continue reading Open Season, by C. J. Box
