Ruark is one of my favorite authors.
I am a collector of sorts and have 1st Eds of all of his books, including 2 autographs, a pre-edition edit/proof copy of Something of Value, and an original illustration plate for one chapter of the Old Man and the Boy ("the old man and his pals a'sittin' and a'talkin'", at the live oak at Whittlers' Bench in Southport). That one holds special meaning for me since I grew up in NC and have been going to the beach at Southport (Long Beach actually) since I could walk. The autograph copy of I Didn't Know It Was Loaded is to my father, although he misspelled his last name with a B instead of an F (or maybe it is a fancy "F").
The old live oak at the Whittler's Bench in Southport was always a favorite spot for me. It was unfortunately destroyed by hurricane some years ago. Folks remembered Ruark there well in the early 60s (still do), many of his friends were there, and I met him once, although was just a kid around 1959 or 60 when he was there for a visit, and I think my mom has the pic somewhere.
I remember fishing over on Baldhead (Smith) Island, where he wrote of going fishing, camping and hunting with the Old Man, when it was still privately held, an uninhabited wilderness with Old Baldy the only landmark before it was developed like it is now. I visit often, my family still has a house at Long Beach, and although the area is still much the same to me, it's just not quite the same. If you are ever in the area, I recommend you visit. Places like that don't exist much any longer, and it is getting more despoiled by the years. Ruark gave us much to remember of that area the way it was, and the way it should be, as well his stories about Africa and the state of war between men and women. And many, many lessons about life in all of his works.