Now why would an 11 year old girl read the memoirs of a hardbitten, gun-totin', bronco bustin', big game huntin' Montana cowboy?
Well, my dad had received the book as a gift from an authentic local California cowboy and the catchy title made me want to give it a try. I was immediately hooked. It's not even close to being politically correct. This guy shot just about everything at one point or another, and the book is liberally sprinkled with photos of carcasses, some of which fall easily into Endangered or Rare categories. However, Keith was a man from a different time. He was just a dude, dripping testosterone and Old Spice (just a guess), pitting himself full bore against Mother Nature. Sometimes he won, sometimes he got the beans kicked out of him.
The book is rarely boring and certain portions have stuck with me to this day. Keith's account of surviving horrific burns in a time when medicine was 90% homespun guesswork is riveting, gruesome, and incredible.
Hell, I Was There is not for everyone, but if you like true tales of the American West, men styled after Hemingway and Teddy Roosevelt (bully!), snapshots of early Montana pioneer life, gritty survival stories, and lastly, if you don't mind page after page of unrepentant animal carnage, then read this book.
Disclaimer: I liked the book enough to give it 4 stars, even though I personally do not condone what this man did to living creatures on a regular basis. So very, very wrong. Still a good story though.