It was crazy this weekend. With everything that was going on. And to drive through something like this coming home. It just put things over the top – the weather…made me think about LIFE… You know. Pensive. Like, g*damn, it’s SNOWING!…I could really go for some PHO right now! (That’s vietnamese beef noodle soup) Yeah, …
The end of lobster season is mid-march, so you can bet there will be another HUGE dinner in the next few weeks… For now, I wanted to share some food and wine pairings from some dinners with accompanying pictures. What is life without wine? … [EXACTLY] When I build the menu, (I could keep building if people …
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. But sometimes when I don’t have time for the camera, I still succumb to the beauty of nature, and just – Sit there. Lie there. or Stand there. And in those moments, I feel a feeling so strong that even with my eyes closed – …
I was never a picky eater growing up. I try different foods every day of the week and am no longer grossed out by chicken livers or veal brains, and one day I’ll graduate from Cricket & Bat Soup University – just watch. I’ve already eaten turkey testicles. YEA. *beats my own chest, then gags*. …
The whole point of my getting fish is to use it in freshness and in health. Vows of importance: do not freeze fish. #fishsnobbery Here are some of the dishes made in the past 2 days alone. applewood smoked bacon fish chowder (sheepshead meat). Cause you gotta have soup! even though it’s 80 degrees outside in the wintertime… …
My good friend Keith said that he spent a half hour the other day watching my Youtube spearfishing videos, “back when [I] used to be good.” I’m old. Washed up…slow reaction time now. I felt I was being axed like Kobe Bryant. It’s true and I deserved that fire to be lit under my arse …
(going out of order, part 3 of piggly wiggly hunt will come later) It was clear to me by the demeanor of the racist tow yard supervisor that he was either constipated or eats bad food daily. Certainly both. Though the theme of my weekend was CARS – many on the road, taking me 4 …
Hunting to me is Hiking – with weaponry & a purpose. Though we celebrate the kill, the main purpose is not the killing for me, but the eating. Whether bows & arrows, machetes, spearguns, rifles, shotguns, knives or even bare hands, we use what we gotta use. I’ll make some posts on the tools of …
WARNING? (Graphic pictures) You don’t need a warning. You already know what this blog is about. Two cups of coffee, Nine shots of espresso, a six-pack of celebratory beer at 2pm, and now my 4th glass of (box) wine at 3am, I’m finally ready to write, so here goes… The duck legs that were rubbed in a special …
i see the light in the beautiful mornings, You are the light of the world
Every day that I wake up, I prepare myself mentally for the grueling tasks ahead. In order to cope, I answer this brief yet thorough checklist: DO YOU LOVE TO BE IN NATURE? check DO YOU LOVE TO LEARN?? check DO YOU LOVE TO MEET NEW (AND INTERESTING) PEOPLE? check DO YOU LOVE TO EAT FOOD AND …
picture above: Rams hillside in the morning My parents aren’t hunters. My Grandparents aren’t hunters. Even my GREAT grandparents weren’t hunters. But somewhere along the line, maybe two-THOUSAND years ago, my ancestahs was hunters. That’s a FACT! Either that, or I was adopted. My dad went to MIT – then Harvard, my Brother – Yale, …