Honest field-to-table guidance on game and fish handling, cooling, butchery, cooking, food safety, and the mistakes worth avoiding.
For fifteen years I believed wild food was a treasure hunt, and I only wanted the shiny stuff. Chanterelles glowing under oak leaves. Morels…
Read the storyI bit down on a lead pellet at Sunday dinner when I was eleven years…
I pulled a lump off the doe the size of a shooter marble and held…
I like to think of myself as a seasoned hunter. I’ve spent countless hours in the woods, tracked more miles…
I killed my first deer and I knew exactly what to do with it, because I had watched a man…
You wake with the taste of dust on your teeth and the knowledge, certain as sunrise, that you have made…
I broke the bile sac on my first deer and then spent three years telling people I did not like…
The First Backstrap a Man Destroys Every hunter ruins his first backstrap the exact same way, and I am here…
I caught my first northern pike on a spinnerbait I had no business throwing, in a weedy little bay on…
The first squirrel I ever cooked I cooked like chicken, because I was twenty-two and I figured meat was meat.…
I killed my first deer at twenty-six, three miles from the truck, at the bottom of a ravine I had…
Late October, 1844. Somewhere along the bottomlands of the Platte, two days east of Fort Laramie. The wind has teeth…
