Yes, I think the term "bartender" was somewhat of a play...He enjoyed a good drink(s) after hunting, was an entertaining host, and one quite apt to serve drinks to the group (while en route to helping himself!) 'Have all of his books and videos-quite a character. I believe his mother may have been related to TR. He was known to drink-a LOT, thus the nickname "Bartender." He could've lived quite a bit longer...He learned quite a bit about DG while serving as an elephant "cropping officer" in Zambia. What a job for someone like him! He bailed on the corporate world and I can't blame him.I am unaware of the Sundra article, but many of the now old timers (most of whom are getting to be really old) in the business - one who is a pretty good acquaintance of mine and actually worked with Capstick back in the day - have always found the purely autobiographical nature of many of his adventures amusing. He did PH in Africa and he did often manage the camp bar. He heard a lot of great stories, experienced some, and of course, embellished others. He is hardly the first writer to do so, and will not be the last. What he also could do was write in an extremely readable and entertaining style. I, for one, could care less about the forensic analysis of the veracity of every line in each of his tales. I recommend his early work (i.e. "Death in the Long Grass" and "Death in the Silent Places") to anyone remotely interested in someday hunting Africa. From an enjoyment perspective, I would rather reread either of them than anything by Sundra or Boddington.
I was in Vietnam 1959-60 and didn't see any conscripts around then. There were some mean looking Frenchmen in Saigon, probably stay-ons from Dien Bien Phu. Charlie was around though.I agree with what seems to be the aggregate, median opinion, that he was in fact a PH but excelled as a storyteller.
Here's something I'm really curious about: a few years ago I found a forum discussion where someone claimed to have known him well, and that Capstick served in Vietnam. I've looked again recently and didn't find the thread. Anyway, the question is what did Capstick actually experience in the army? He says he was in the US Army for a time (sorry, I don't remember which book(s)). And this is kind of relevant to this discussion because if he did in fact see combat, he was very understated about it, which suggests a certain modesty or reticence. He also mentions somewhere else that he had seen "various wars" or something like that. He in no way plays himself up as a soldier. It could just be what he saw on the edge of things as a civilian in Rhodesia.
The culture was different back then, where there wasn't much of a market for veterans writing their stories until Soldier of Fortune magazine provided that outlet. Who knows? The assertion I saw on that thread could be mistaken or fabricated. But I could also just barely believe a story where Capstick actually was in Vietnam and just didn't want to write about it because of bad memories or something else. Very roughly, it might work out based on his age. He would've been 20 in 1960. He never finished college, and only worked a few years on Wall St. I don't know if he was in the army before or after college. If before, it's unlikely that he went to Vietnam because he was too young and in the early days I think they were mostly sending more experienced soldiers. If was in just after college, it's possible that he served a few years, say around '62-'65, before he went to Wall St., then got into international hunting around 1966 before he went to Africa in 1968.
'Son is considering taking his 1st dentist job in AK (as they are in-demand, the pay is high and he can hunt as a resident,) but he/we are concerned about the high crime rate. He wants us to take a trip and check out each major city....They don't make 'em like him anymore, but I am still worried about the whole deal.While I was an Anchorage Police Officer, he came to Anchorage and spoke at a banquet, in the Captain Cook Hotel here.
Unfortunately, I had to work that evening, babysitting our local assholes and violent retards.
I wish I had met Peter Capstick instead.