For more than thirty years, Craig Vetter has been writing for magazines including PlayboyOutsideEsquireNational Geographic Adventure, Sports Illustrated, and many others. He is the author of the novel Striking It Rich.


Remembering a 35 year Friendship

Hunter S. Thompson up, down, sideways.

It was a friendship that began on a Caribbean island when Hunter S. Thompson and journalist Craig Vetter hammered out the Playboy interview in 1974. In this vividly remembered memoir, Craig Vetter explores a deep friendship with the man who cut a blistering swath across American journalism.



Six Tales on the Ragged Edge

How many times can you tempt death before fear eats you up?
Depends how much you need the money.

In over his head again and again, hanging above a death fall from an ice cliff in a blinding New England blizzard, or trying to stand steady on the wing of an airplane 2000 feet above the Pacific Ocean, or looking down at the surging water from the cliffs at Acapulco, or from the top of the in-run above a backcountry ski jump, in Adrenaline Soup, Craig Vetter’s ability to put his fear into the  readers’ bones is what brought Dick Schaap to call him “The George Plimpton of death sports.” These stories will make you shiver while you sit in the hot summer sun.


My Mother, My Father, and Our Family That Almost Was. A Story of Life and War

Peter Simmons never knew his father. Just weeks before Simmons turned three—and a few months before the end of World War II—his father was blown from the fantail of a destroyer into the waters off Okinawa. Eventually, Peter lost even the name they shared: When he was six, his mother remarried and Peter Simmons became Craig Vetter, the adopted son of a man who would never be able to compete with a dead hero. 

The wartime death cast a long shadow over the Vetter family—alcoholism, divorce, and deep sadness marked his mother’s life. The shadow touched Vetter, too. His father remained a lost, unknown presence, made only slightly real by a Bronze Star and a series of photographs. 

Finally, decades later, Vetter sat down with his father’s journal and the letters his parents had exchanged between 1940 and 1945 and began to learn the true tale of his family. Robert and Winifred Simmons spent a total of eight months together in the four years they were married. Their love story played out in hundreds of letters that crossed the Pacific—vivid accounts from Pearl Harbor, the Philippines, and the series of destroyers on which Robert was stationed, as well as spirited reports from California, where Winnie gamely dealt with gas rations and blackout drills and endured two lonely pregnancies without her husband. 

Through these pages, Vetter finally got to know his father. Robert was headstrong, playful, romantic, and a born writer—traits handed down to his son. Vetter also got a deeper appreciation of his strong and private mother, who was every bit the hero Robert was. His parents’ letters are filled with hope and yearning for the life they’ll share once the war is over. But their story wouldn’t end that way. 

“Mom said that she took us to the duck pond to tell us that Robert was dead,” Vetter writes. “We’d been there often to feed the birds and to watch the P-38s and other fighter planes come and go. She knew all of those silhouettes, as well as those of ships. She told us such things often, as if to keep us informed of the technical shapes of our fate. I don’t have any memory of what she said to us at the duck pond. In fact, I don’t remember the moment at which I knew the worst was true. I’ve just always known it.” 

Written with candor and grace, All My Love, Samples Later is a heartfelt tribute to a mother and father whose short life together was one of the countless casualties of war.