Wild Ducks

There’s a fine balance in cooking wild duck – if you take ducks too far in cooking they can taste livery.  So you either cook it rare or ‘overcook it’ until it becomes… Continue reading →

Sometimes there are no words

Every hunt is different.  Every sunrise and sunset – beautiful.  I LOVE the hunt!!!!!  Whether I come home with something or not.   This was the landscape I saw Monday at sunset.  Bow… Continue reading →

Pursuit of Food Philosophy

Philosophy??  Here goes: (a lot can be summed in my first hunt) I don’t want to just take an animal’s life and pose with the trophy – that’s empty.  Like just getting the punchline… Continue reading →

Pursuit of Food First Dinner part 2

Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the Bible says love your enemy. -Frank Sinatra   (there would have been more pictures from the dinner, but blame the alcohol!) Otherwise, here’s a few… Continue reading →

Pursuit of Food first dinner part 1

The thought behind this dinner was to cook dishes never tried, and pair together similar ideas: i.e. Uni, Wagyu, Bone Marrow (fatty + rich), iberico (cured land animal) versus fresh sea animal (yellowfin… Continue reading →

The Difference

Between me and most people is- i dont see a dead pig, I see 250 pounds of bacon, sausage, pork roasts, bone on pork chops, ham hocks. I feel like Bubba Gump right… Continue reading →

TrueOrganicMovement – Operation: Ram – Part 1

No writing for this one. Just pix.  Wait for the food to come! taking meehan to hunt again he’s addicted now Pursuit of food, homey.  Rams stick. found a dead pig. canon g11… Continue reading →

The Making of LARDO from a Pig Hunt (part 1)

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… Continue reading →

First Hunt

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… Continue reading →