He lived in Wilmington but spent most of his time at his grandfather, Ned Adkin's, home in Southport. I was raised near there in the Green Swamp near Southport. He came back to Southport from time to time visiting the old home place. I've been to this home many times. He was around 15 years older than me and sort of felt proud of himself as he was raised poor and made good as an author. He died at his residence in Spain.
He drove a Buick convertible and always had a dog with him. I was not a personal friend but I made an effort to visit when he came to Southport. He loved the bottle, as did his grandfather. Both of them died with cancer.
Few writers have held my attention as he does. He wrote, I believe, fourteen different books. IIRC, the last time he came to Southport, he was driving a Rolls Royce. He earned it.
The house he wrote so much about is well preserved a couple of blocks from the waterfront he wrote so much about.
I well know the places he wrote about in Brunswick County. Remember, Uncle Dan Ward, the fiddle player? He was a friend of my family. If he had left the bottle alone, he probably would have lived a longer life. I have some of his books but "The Old Man and the Boy" and " The Old Man's Boy Grows Older" are the best. "Use Enough Gun" is another good book. They leave me completely absorbed!
I recollect a lot of his advice but one in particular. When women start cleaning, head for the pool room. There you can always find someone to pass the time with until it passes. Dogs and critters you can figure out, they are creatures of habit. But women have a strange chemistry. About the time you get them figured out, they cut you off at the draw. Old dogs and old men smell bad. Plenty more.
I have a couple of photos of Ruark and his wife, Virginia. She is a fine looking lady.
Happy shooting!!