I have always loved Ruark's books, especially "The Old Man and the Boy," which is perhaps the best hunting/fishing/growing-up tale about the rural South anybody ever wrote. I live on Oak Island now, just across the waterway from Southport and the old house described in the book. I think most of the people in my family have read the "Old Man and The Boy," and some have read it many times. I also enjoy Captstick, and of course Hemingway, but Ruark is where my roots are. We've DONE the things he did, seen the things he saw in this low-country land of live oak and cypress and marsh grass and salty estuaries. That he described these so well inspired trust in all he said later about his African adventures.