In Beaufort, I went out looking for a hunting rifle to bring on my trip down the Chattooga. When my wife, Barbara, questioned my sanity as to why anyone would take a rifle in a canoe, I told her that in the North Carolina mountains I would meet many mountain men who would try to have their way with me. “It’s best to kill them with a bow and arrow,” I said, “but I’ve never shot a bow and arrow, so I’m bringing a rifle.”
“I think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard a man say,” Barbara responded.
“You haven’t read Deliverance,” I said.
“And that sure as hell doesn’t make me want to read it, either,” she said.
When I remember this scene, it comes as no surprise that the marriage did not last.
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