Book review: Warrior, by Peter H Capstick
If I could be anyone, I would probably want to be Colonel Richard Meinertzhagen. Nuff said.
I love the way Capstick writes, and having had, myself, a lifetime of hunting to which a mere taste of the dark continent of Africa has recently been added, I can tell you, DON’T GO TO AFRICA.
Not unless you want to spend the rest of your life longing to go back.
Jim Corbett for me. We happened to share some of the same stomping-around grounds. Our local Raja had some fine mounted tigers himself. In one year when we were there, more people were killed by tigers in our area than by automobiles. Up at school in a nearby medical museum was the skeleton of a Hamadryad cobra over 18-feet long that stretched across an entire wall…
I’ve enjoyed Capstick myself but the one book that I’ve most enjoyed is Robert Ruark’s HORN OF THE HUNTER. A recounting of his first African safari. Ruark was a difficult man in many ways but reading that book, I can understand why Africa captured him so totally.