At three, Ernest Miller Hemingway got his first fishing rod, at 10 his first gun. In his 56 years, the novelist has fished from the brooks of Michigan to the mountain torrents of Spain, shot game birds in Idaho and lions in Africa. Nowadays, Hemingway writes, fishes and hunts at his Cuba farm, 10 miles from Havana. His feeling for sport is reflected in all his works, from the drama of the bull ring in Death in the Afternoon (1932) to his compassionate fishing tale, The Old Man and the Sea, which won a Pulitzer Prize last year.
This is an article from the Oct. 4, 1954 issue
Mediocre boxer in his youth as sparring partner for itinerant fighters, Hemingway bares chestful of hair Critic Max Eastman once charged was false.
A crack shot, Hemingway usually bags his limit. The novelist once faced a charging rhino on safari in Africa, killed it at point-blank range.
Snort at sunrise warms author, a two-fisted drinker, during morning hunt. Hemingway does his hunting and fishing early, claims thin eyelids keep him from sleeping late.
At Pamplona Festival in Spain, Hemingway chats with matador. Bullfights hold a fascination for him. Once he even entered the ring to fight a bull (cynics charge it was a cow), wound up with several broken ribs for his efforts.