I grew up digesting the rivalry between Jack O'Connor and Elmer Keith. The former coming from academia and the latter from the school of hard knocks. Both had their points but ultimately I think O'Connor was the more authentic. Keith seemed to become more angry and bombastic towards the end, although he certainly had some amazing adventures along the way. His "Hell, I was there!" was certainly a good read.
For their humor and warmth, I also really enjoyed the many and varied works of Gene Hill, too. Splendid reads about dogs and life afield. For his often timely eloquence, Robert Ruark's "The Old Man and The Boy" series in Field and Stream afforded me the pleasures of experiencing a bygone era and the essences of growing up hunting and fishing in "The South" that was foreign to a native-born Californian. When I wasn't hunting or fishing myself growing up, I loved reading about them through the eyes of a so-called "peer". From jack knives to first guns, to first duck and first deer, they were and remain memorable moments.