I have read a couple of his books. I saw that his rifle was recently auctioned off at the Houston Safari Club fundraiser in January. I hate to ask a silly question, but, is he dead, when did he die, how old was he? I liked his book "Death in the Long Grass", not too keen on some of his others, but like his recommended reading list.

Anyone know, how did Capstick die? Cancer?

I believe he died around 1996 of thrombosis after heart surgery. I think he was 53.

Telly

died of a heart attack- if i remember right he was at the SCI convention when his heart ptoblem first reared its ugly head. i think he was supposed to deliver a banquet speech but became ill and was unable to speak.

Look on the internet. You will find the answers that you are looking for. He died following complications after heart surgery in Pretoria in 1996. According to what was reported he was a chain smoker and whiskey drinker, among other things. He was born in New Jersey in 1940 and educated at the University of Virginia. Left Wall Street at the age of 30, and hunted South America and Africa and attained professional hunting licenses. A prolific writer, loved by many, hated and ridiculed by others. As you are well aware the .470 Capstick caliber was named after him. Winchester produced it in their Big Five African Model 70 Series as one of 5 calibers in the Series.

Too much whiskey and too much smoke.......I still don't think he would have lived his life any other way.

For those of you that are interested, the following is what I have researched on his books. It may or not be complete. If you have any information that would help me I would appreciate it. My goal is to complete my library of PHC books.

My only serious question is "Lion Hunting in Somali-land". My research IIRC is not clear on this one. Can anyone help??

If I have left any out or added ones that should not be there, my regrets as I am trying to (as I said before) complete my library, not be the expert on PHC books.


PETER HATHAWAY CAPSTICK AUTHORED BOOKS

THE AFRICAN ADVENTURERS, A RETURN TO THE SILENT PLACES

LAST HORIZONS; HUNTING, FISHING & SHOOTING ON FIVE CONTINENTS

DEATH IN A LONELY LAND; MORE HUNTING, FISHING AND SHOOTING ON FIVE CONTINENTS 0312038100

DEATH IN THE SILENT PLACES 0312186185

DEATH IN THE DARK CONTINENT

DEATH IN THE LONG GRASS 0312913931

THE LAST IVORY HUNTER 0312000480

PETER CAPSTICK’S AFRICA; A RETURN TO THE LONG GRASS 0312006705

SAFARI; THE LAST ADVENTURE 0312696574

SANDS OF SILENCE; ON SAFARI IN NAMIBIA

WARRIOR; THE LEGEND OF COLONEL RICHARD MEINERTZHAGEN 0312182716

A MAN CALLED LION, Safari Press 1571572724

MANEATERS, Safari Press 1571571175



CAPSTICK LIBRARY SERIES

THE BOOK OF THE LION, Pease, 0312001088

AFTER BIG GAME IN CENTRAL AFRICA, Edouard Foa, Peter Capstick 0312032749

HUNTING THE ELEPHANT IN AFRICA, Stigand, Roosevelt
0312401582

BIG GAME HUNTING AND COLLECTING IN EAST AFRICA, 1903-1926, Kittenberger, 0312032943

MEMORIES OF AN AFRICAN HUNTER, Lyell, Capstick Editor, 031200155X

KILL OR BE KILLED : THE RAMBLING REMINISCENCES OF AN AMATEUR HUNTER, Foran, Capstick Editor, St. Martins Press, 0312022271

THE RECOLLECTIONS OF WILLIAM FINAUGHTY; ELEPHANT HUNTER 1864-1875 (?) 031205503X Peter Capstick Library

AFRICAN HUNTER, Von-Blixen-Finecke, F.H.Lyon, etal, 0312009593


PETER HATHAWAY CAPSTICK, CO-AUTHORED BOOKS

THE OLD MAN’S BOY GROWS OLDER / 2 BOOKS IN ONE (Classics of American Sports Series). Ruark, Capstick. (Stackpole Books) 081172297X

AFRICAN ADVENTURE; LETTERS FROM FAMOUS BIG-GAME HUNTERS. Lylel, Capstick, (St. Martin’s Press) 0312021496

BIG GAME HUNTING IN CENTRAL AFRICA. Buckley, Capstick, Capstick Adventure Library
0312021658

PETER HATHAWAY CAPSTICK, EDITED BOOKS

AFRICAN GAME TRAILS; AN ACCOUNT OF THE AFRICAN WANDERINGS OF AN AMERICAN HUNTER-NATURALIST. Theodore Roosevelt
0312021518

THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO. J.H. Patterson

LION HUNTING IN SOMALI-LAND. (?)


FIONA CAPSTICK, EDITOR

THE WINDS OF HAVOC; A MEMOIR OF ADVENTURE AND DESTRUCTION IN DEEPEST AFRICA. Adelino Pires
0312270038

Jim

Yes, those books are, for the most part, also listed on the internet sites dealing with Peter Capstick, as well as other information on his life and times. Thanks for sharing as well.

Frank Mikesh books in Walnut Creek, CA is carrying a copy of Lion-Hunting in Somaliland by C.J. Meliss (ed. Peter Capstick). You can find it by using the big search engine http://www.bookfinder.com and putting the book title in.

When living in Pretoria in the mid-80s, I'd go out to Gerry Gore's shooting range on Sunday morning to do some clay pigeon shooting. On two occasions Peter Capstick joined in. He was mostly sober. Fiona, who has remarried since his death, was along. I was working up a load for a 500/450 and, whatever the doubts about his credentials, he instantly recognized the caliber from a glance at one of the cartridges.

Best in the New Year, Tim

Fiona has also written "The Diana Files", a history of the Huntress through history. A very interesting read.
Frank

Tim and Frank,

Thanks so much for the information and contact.

Jim

PHC died of complications after a heart surgery ,my wife grandfather met him in LA PATAGONIA while he was hunting with Amadeo Bilo an old famous guide from la patagonia hes very respected here ,he participated in numerous boar hunt with our dogos dogs and knife .I read all his books and i liked it ,i believe he did a lot for our sport and for taking our sport to common people.Juan

Lion hunting in Somaliland was by C.J. Mellis edited by Capstick.Were you interested in buying a copy?

Fred

sportsmen on film has a series of hunting films with him that is very good aswell.

I have them all and i will get the dvd series soon . They are recommended as to see what he his writing and enthusiasm about hunting was about.

His books is some of the fineste i heve read, and my favourite untill now is amongt all of them, his story about wildboar hunting with knife in Argentina and much,much more.

WVFred,

PM sent.

Jim

His work was quite wonderful. Inspiring even. It was near impossible to read Capstick and not want to jump on a plane and head south. He had a taste for adventure, wrote about it, and did it.

I have enjoyed Capstick's books and have owned and read nearly every one of them. Same goes for Ruark. For many who will never get to Africa to hunt that will be their adventure. In fact, I was sitting in church not long ago and looked over the next pew at a man sitting in his suit with his family and he was reading. I thought it was the Bible he was reading. But lo and behold, he was reading "Use Enough Gun" by Ruark instead of listening to the preacher, and I immediately thought: Good for him! He's a cowboy sort of guy and hunts a little bit here in the West, but for him that was going to be his Africa.

Here is a link to the Capstick videos.

Peter Hathaway Capstick

Cheers,

Alan

I have a copy of the eulogy that Tink Nathan (of Tink's #69 fame) wrote about Capstick. If anyone would like a copy email me at mike@cooperequipment.com and put Capstick in the subject line. It is a MS Word document.

Mike

Can you just post it for all to read here on the thread?

I believe PHC is a real hunter but i would like to see the BIO of Jack Lott he was a real warrior ,hunter ,with a very interesting life.Juan

quote:

Originally posted by Use Enough Gun:
Can you just post it for all to read here on the thread?

UEG,

I thought it was too long to post, but after seeing some of the posts on the calendar thread I changed my mind. Here it is.

Mike

As I Remember Capstick
By Tink Nathan


Peter Hathaway Capstick died in Pretoria, South Africa just before midnight on March 13th 1996 from a thrombosis following cardiac triple by-pass surgery. At his request, only his wife Fiona and her sister attended a private cremation ceremony. Fiona scattered Peter’s ashes over the Chobe River in Botswana with elephants and a herd of Cape buffalo in attendance. Peter will now remain a part of the land he loved so much.

Peter was 56.

I first hunted with Peter in the mid 1960’s when he was a student at the University of Virginia. We hunted groundhogs in the springtime between Remington and Scottsville Virginia. I was privileged to meet Peter again, in about 1976 or 1977 when he came up to me at a sporting goods show in Houston, Texas, and introduced himself to me. I had heard of Peter Capstick, and learned his last name for the first time. I had always called him Chapstick, and he never corrected me. He told me he was one of my readers, as I was a contributing editor of Bowhunter Magazine at the time, and he told me he enjoyed bowhunting. We managed to spend some time together and managed to down a few Pearl beers over some enchiladas.

Peter told me of his amazing life, and we kept in touch. It turns out Peter and I had hunted groundhogs in Virginia ten years before. I saw Peter at some outdoor shows and SCI conventions over the years and started communicating with him when I made plans to move to South Africa.

Peter always had time for my calls, and his sage advice was welcome and dead right on target. I guess the best advice he gave me was not to come over to Africa, which I ignored, and came over anyway. Not too many people knew that Peter did some bowhunting in New Jersey, and I think he told me he once nailed a whitetail, sometime in the 1960’s.

Peter attended the University of Virginia, at Charlottesville, and it seems our paths crossed once or twice at Clarks Gun Shop in Remington, Virginia where we rifle hunted groundhogs, and where we first met on a Saturday on a spring day in the mid 1960’s. Peter was buying ammo and looking for a place to hunt groundhogs. I invited Peter and his University buddy to join me for a woodchuck hunt, and went to a farm that we hunted. We sort of lost touch when he graduated, I was getting ready for my first African safari and he was quite envious of my trek to Mozambique. He remembered me clearly, but I could not place him. Peter first came over to Africa in 1968 but spent quite a bit more time here in Africa than I did. Peter also hunted South America and always preferred the jungle and bush to the city and pavement.

After arriving in South Africa, I called Peter. I was a bit nervous about attending the first AGM / annual convention of the Professional Hunters Association of South Africa (PHASA), and asked Peter if I could sit with him. He told me I was always welcome at his table. Being the only two Americans in PHASA who lived here, he showed me the ropes, and apparently enjoyed being my silent mentor. He introduced me to his many friends, and showed me the correct path during the following years.

Early in our homesteading days in Africa, my miniature smooth haired dachshund Meg became ill and was at deaths door from dehydration, tick bite fever and a pinched nerve in her spine. She had become infested with ticks while guarding my wife and her lady client at a waterhole in the lowveldt, during a safari. We had to bring her in for surgery and treatment to a government research facility outside Pretoria, and I called Peter to see if we could stay with him and Fiona. He said he was a bit bored and could stand some company. We had just driven all night with the sick dog, and we had just completed a long safari with clients from France, and were exhausted when we arrived at his villa in Pretoria. Peter and Fiona made us welcome, and the next four days at Peter and Fiona’s were like a vacation in a grand Parisian hotel. They fed us like Kings, and we sometimes snuck out and grabbed a pizza. We shot pool or snooker in his pool room/office, where he wrote his many best sellers, his books and articles. We shot air rifles in the garden, shooting at empty 9mm brass cases. We talked of Africa, the Africa of old, and the new South Africa, and the Africa of tomorrow. He told me his favorite unpublished hunting stories, and I told my stories, and we discussed people he knew, and those we liked and those we did not like. It was strange we had come to the same conclusions independently.

While Peter was a man of Africa, he was still an American, and we talked endlessly about Africa and her wildlife, until he was ready for the sack. Peter liked to retire early, and after he bid us goodnight, I read those books of his that I did not own, and watched his extensive wildlife video collection, and videos of his hunts. He seemed to enjoy my company and was only to willing to sign, and in fact resigned and autographed several of his books he first signed in 1988 in the USA. He was very chuffed that I had purchased the first impression, first edition of his classic Death in the Long Grass. I gave Peter a small gift for putting us up, and putting up with us for almost a week while the dog healed. It was a videotape of my 1987 Elephant and Buffalo bowhunt in the Selous in Tanzania. Peter was fascinated with the video, and asked a hundred questions. After he hit the rewind button, he told me that he was amazed at the quality of the video, and after that it appeared my ratings with the former stockbroker rose 100 points. He then told my wife Donna Rae and I it was the best hunting video he had ever seen. Coming from Peter, it was an important and deeply appreciated compliment.

Peter was by and large a happy man, doing what he liked to do. There were times he gave the appearance of being grouchy, but it may have been due to health concerns. Peter loved people, and truly enjoyed them at times, but he treasured his tranquility and his very private home life. Peter was ever vigilant in his home, and carried his 9mm parabellum pistol from room to room as he moved about his home. He never forgot he was in Africa, and he never let his guard down. He told me the most dangerous animal in all of Africa walked on two legs. I think it was out of concern for his beautiful wife Fifi, as he called her and not so much for his own protection.
Speaking of firearms, he was very pleased that Art Alphin, honcho of A-Square Firearms, named his .470 Capstick after him. Peter was presented the first rifle made, which was a Winchester Model 70, and while I was visiting Peter, he told me he was forced to return his .470 Capstick to the Winchester factory for some minor repairs. There was a minor problem that might have slipped by a dozen professional hunters, but Peter found the glitch and had it corrected.

Peter told me he admired my guts, but not my intelligence, for bringing my lady to Africa at such a bad time, but he understood me. I think. Peter was quite surprised that I survived my first two years living in the remote bushveld of the Soutpansberg Mountains of the far Northern Transvaal of South Africa. Peter felt it was impossible for an American, like me, to become an outfitter and professional hunter in South Africa. Peter pointed out that old Rhodesia was, in many ways more civilized as far as culture, languages and security wise than modern South Africa was. In one of his books, Peter wrote that he had weekly letters from young Americans who aspired to become a professional hunter in Africa. Peter said in print “an American would have a better chance of winning the Victoria Cross than to become a professional hunter in Africa.†He told me with a wide smile “Tink, I think you have won the Victoria Cross and don’t yet know it.†I doubt if he knew that I knew what he was referring to, but I told him I knew the passage and treasured his comments. Peter was always kind and polite.

Peter was a kind man, and a truly caring person. At a hunter’s convention, I introduced him to a young black professional hunter, named Ross, who had been a classmate of mine at professional hunter’s school. As we took our seats, Peter became instantly aware that this young professional hunter had no one to sit with, as most of the tables were reserved or filled. Peter went to Ross, and insisted that Ross dine at his table next to Fiona. All real hunters were welcome at Peter’s table, and Peter was the classic U.V.A. gentleman. The University of Virginia, nicknamed U.V.A., produces gentlemen of the first water. Peter was a perfect gentleman to one and all. Peter was a kind man.

Peter once saved my life and when I thanked him, he made me promise never to mention it, since he didn’t want me to be embarrassed in having to tell the tale. Needless to say, I will always be in Peter’s debt. Peter did things other people would never do. He killed two Cape buffalo with a spear. Once to do it, and once again to prove it wasn’t a fluke. Peter had a dream from the time he was a small boy, and that was to go over to Africa to live. Peter lived out his dream, or was it his dream? Peter lived a life of adventure, then took the time to commit to his stories, and the stories of Africa, past and present, to the printed page. He was the world’s best storyteller.

Peter heard the stories we all do in Africa, but he captured them, edited, and polished them, and preserved them forever. Peter wrote twelve books, and sold more than any other hunting author in history. He made and appeared in many videos, so those who had never met him could someday see him on the small screen. Peter wrote stories for the French magazine FIRE, and for the leading South African hunting journal MAGNUM, as well as OUT THERE. It is said that Peter brought more hunters and people to Africa, though his works, than any other person. Peter not only wrote about Africa, but he lived Africa. Only someone who comes from far away can appreciate Africa. He spoke often about the people that were lucky enough to be born here and to live here a lifetime, seldom, if ever, appreciated in Africa. Peter did.

Writers and readers far more skilled than I, will discuss Capstick’s works well into the next century. However it was my wife that noticed his writing style, and pointed out to me that each paragraph told a story and his colorful writings jumped of the pages and bit deep into your soul when reading his work for the first time. A close friend told me that Peter was aware of some coronary circulatory problems as far back as two years, but avoided the confrontation with the cardiologist. I tracked his 1996 medical progress through a source outside of Fiona, and was relieved to hear the heart operation went well on March 5th, 1996. I sent him a get-well card that I am sure he never saw. Fiona told me that she had taken it to the hospital and that he really enjoyed hearing from me.

On Friday March 15th, I got the call about Peter’s death. I could not believe that Peter had left us. I could not accept that someone who was so vibrant and dynamic and full of life was gone. As I write this in April 1996, I am not yet over the shock. On March 16th, I wrote a letter and faxed it to some of the hunters and friends across the world that knew and loved Peter. It wasn’t much, but it was all I could think of at the time. I have the original folded and tucked away in one of his books that he had signed for me. It said something like this. Peter Hathaway Capstick passed away etc. Today Peter is on a hot spoor of a mighty black bull, in a land of dagga boy buffaloes, in a valley with massive elephants with thick tusks, and clever cats. Tonight Peter shares a small gleaming campfire with hunters from another time, such as Selous, Taylor, Bell, Harris and others. Peter was truly a son of Africa. Our prayers and thoughts go out to his devoted and beloved wife and soul mate, Fiona.

Peter was a giant of a man, with a heart as big as Africa, yet strong and straight as a new arrow. With out a doubt, Peter was one of the finest, if not the finest writer of our age. A man who turned his back on fortune, the family Hathaway shirt business, and went of into the jungles of Viet Nam to fight in freedoms name as a green beret officer, an American special forces soldier, and to Africa to fulfill a child’s dream. Peter, you did it all so bloody well too. You never got a client killed, you never got tossed in jail and you never stepped on a mamba. You lived your life, every second’s worth to THE MAX, and you were a gentleman the whole time. You were a man’s man, a man that women lionized, and you did America proud. You showed Africa just what could do when the chips were down. You took care of your clients, and hunted like a sportsman, with ethics and true responsibility.

There isn’t a good way to go out of this world, and while we both know you would have liked to go out in a tangle with a bull elephant, at least you were spared a long lingering struggle with a slow painful disease, and months of incarceration in a sterile, somber place of men in white suits, plastic pipes, needles and tanks of air. Hell Peter, you went out fighting. I choose to remember Peter as the well tanned, highly irrelevant, very witty and very funny guy who did his own thing, and didn’t “give a rats ass†about what other people thought. Peter had forgotten more about hunting than most people will ever learn. He loved African wildlife, and yet took endless delight in raising Koi, the oriental goldfish like creatures. He loved rifles, and all that go with them, yet he hunted with a bow and a spear, and loved all of nature, the good, the not so good, and the ugly.

Peter was one of the few truly happy people I have ever known. Peter was a hunter, and then a writer. Peter was a living legend in his own time, yet he was humble, simple and down to earth, a regular guy. Peter was a really nice guy, a super person, and I was fortunate to have had Peter as my friend. We will miss Peter.

Keep your powder dry, keep your nose in the wind, and watch your back trail, old friend.



Tink Nathan, Professional Hunter, Outfitter
9930 Hughes Ave.
Laurel, MD 20723-1744
Telephone 301-369-3096
E-mail tink@bowhuntingsafaris.com

Thanks for posting, and thanks for the additional insight into Peter Capstick through Tink Nathan. I have met Tink and his wife as well, and it's nice to have their thoughts shared with us on PHC.

Hate to bust the bubble. Capstick was a bartender at the Duck Inn in Maun, Botswana.Most of his "adventures" were what he overherd in his job and he inserted himself into. A good writer that has done alot for the safari industry, just dont believe it all...

I don't think any man could ask more out of life than to be remembered as Tink remembered his friend Peter. Awesome...just simply awesome.

/

quote:

Originally posted by Bwana1:
Hate to bust the bubble. Capstick was a bartender at the Duck Inn in Maun, Botswana.Most of his "adventures" were what he overherd in his job and he inserted himself into. A good writer that has done alot for the safari industry, just dont believe it all...

LOL wow you are an idiot, not to mention a slob. All i can do is shake my head.

+1
Hear, Hear...

W

Met PHC at the NRA annual meeting in San Antonio, TX, in 1979 or 80. Since I was stationed there in the AF, he asked if I knew a good place to eat near the convention center. My wife, he, and I spent a nice,but too short a time over lunch. He did know rifles and provided some interesting tips on bolt guns. I have no reason to doubt him...and heaven knows I love his books.

quote:

Originally posted by Bwana1:
Hate to bust the bubble. Capstick was a bartender at the Duck Inn in Maun, Botswana.Most of his "adventures" were what he overherd in his job and he inserted himself into. A good writer that has done alot for the safari industry, just dont believe it all...

Never fails. There is always some asshole who has accomlished nothing in his life who comes along to downgrade someone who has. Bwana is more like it.

Hey- Get over it- Its the Truth. YES- I knew him and have been to the Duck Inn many times over the years. He was an excellent writer, but also a windbag and full of BS.

The river of jealousy runs deep.

/

quote:

Originally posted by ALF:
I have often wondered: " what is the difference between art and a factual, "representation it as it is" , rendition of apects of life ?
What makes a photograph or a painting pleasent to look at, or what endears us to the writings of an specific author?

Information can be given as pure hard fact, cold photgraphs or pictures, devoid of emotion as in encyclopedias or alternately the photographer, artist or writer can blow "life" into that particular representation by adding something of himslef / herself to the mix evoking an emotional response from those who see or read that piece of work.

Ruark wrote Horn of the Hunter after one single encounter with Africa and he did so with huge success based on artistic licence and a very acute power of observation. He saw in a very short brief moment what many dont in a lifetime, even those who of us who live there, but what is more important is that he could give expression to that in words so that we could also see and experience.

PHC did exactly that, what pissed many off and I will admit freely including myslef ( in my youth, both dumb and extremely insecure because of shortcomings for not seeing what he did) is that here was a foreigner, an American to boot that saw, understood and could represent to an audience what we who who lived it could not. That made us jealous and insecure and from that, in our weakness, tried to put him down.

Fact is whether he actually walked the talk, whether he loved to be social and have a "dop" with his buddies, matters not ! What matters and that we cannot take away is that he put his expererience and perceptions of Africa and hunting to words, he did so in a manner that causes us to even after his death, still read, enjoy and buy his work.

Nicely put Alf.

Waiting to read Bwana 1's book about Shooting at the Bar. Duck on Inn I mean.

quote:

Originally posted by ALF:
I have often wondered: " what is the difference between art and a factual, "representation it as it is" , rendition of apects of life ?
What makes a photograph or a painting pleasent to look at, or what endears us to the writings of an specific author?

Information can be given as pure hard fact, cold photgraphs or pictures, devoid of emotion as in encyclopedias or alternately the photographer, artist or writer can blow "life" into that particular representation by adding something of himslef / herself to the mix evoking an emotional response from those who see or read that piece of work.

Ruark wrote Horn of the Hunter after one single encounter with Africa and he did so with huge success based on artistic licence and a very acute power of observation. He saw in a very short brief moment what many dont in a lifetime, even those who of us who live there, but what is more important is that he could give expression to that in words so that we could also see and experience.

PHC did exactly that, what pissed many off and I will admit freely including myslef ( in my youth, both dumb and extremely insecure because of shortcomings for not seeing what he did) is that here was a foreigner, an American to boot that saw, understood and could represent to an audience what we who who lived it could not. That made us jealous and insecure and from that, in our weakness, tried to put him down.

Fact is whether he actually walked the talk, whether he loved to be social and have a "dop" with his buddies, matters not ! What matters and that we cannot take away is that he put his expererience and perceptions of Africa and hunting to words, he did so in a manner that causes us to even after his death, still read, enjoy and buy his work.

Your best post ever, ALF ... and from a South African, to boot!

What Nickudu said!

Like many others here, I had a few conversations with Peter, and with many more people who knew him intimately. People he worked for, and those who worked for him. Not one of those folks had anything bad to say about him, other than he liked to pull a cork once in a while.

I think ALF hit the nail right on the head, with his most recent post here! When the rumors start flying, they gain in wingspan very quickly, with the next dim-wit trying to top the one before!

I have little doubt that Peter added some flowers to his books, but what writer doesn't? Hemingway wrote a real flowery book in the GREEN HILLS of AFRICA, from one safari, and like PHC he got the essence of AFRICA, simply from breathing the air, coupled with a large share of daydreaming! Ruark did the same, and though both those writers wrote books that have become classics, neither of them caused the average man to find hunting there was not only for the extremely wealthy, but could be available to a working Joe, as well.

I, for one, have missed his presense at the DSC show every year since he died, and I can't pass Fiona, at the shows without stopping to talk to her. Peter was a very nice man, easy to talk to, and he truley loved AFRICA,it's wildlife, and it's people. I can't think of a place, for his ashes to be spread, better than the CHOBE !

Can't say that I knew PHC, but I did meet him and talk with him for quite a while at one of the SHOT shows in Atlanta , in the 1980's. I enjoyed talking with him very much, he treated me as if he'd known me a long time. Steve

quote:

Originally posted by pdhntr1:
Too much whiskey and too much smoke.......I still don't think he would have lived his life any other way....

PETER HATHAWAY CAPSTICK, CO-AUTHORED BOOKS

THE OLD MAN’S BOY GROWS OLDER / 2 BOOKS IN ONE (Classics of American Sports Series). Ruark, Capstick. (Stackpole Books) 081172297X ....

Jim

Would love to know what qualifies PHC as co-author on the above title ???


- stu

/

Alf,

I'm really not sure whether the
was directed to my post or the claim of PHC's co-authorship of the above title.

Any way you like it, a 7 page foreward or introduction does not entitle someone to co-authorship. Whether PHC claimed co-authorship himself, or it was claimed on his behalf, it's still more than quite a stretch.


- stu