Essays and Stories
Hauling Gear
Hauling commercial hand trolling gear on my friend's boat gave me a whiff of days past as a deckhand. Hard work felt good. So did catching fish.
Essays and Stories
Hauling commercial hand trolling gear on my friend's boat gave me a whiff of days past as a deckhand. Hard work felt good. So did catching fish.
Essays and Stories
I am not a fly fisherman. I don't like kayaks. I am scared of grizzly bears. But in search of trout, I bested all three of these fears and hangups.
Essays and Stories
Never have I gone so far, or endured so much, for so little. But do I regret my trip to the Canadian Rockies? Not in the slightest.
Essays and Stories
I hand harvested a bit of wheat recently. The process made me realize how much we ignore the grains that sustain us.
Essays and Stories
Blue water fishing requires endurance, an acceptance of discomfort - and the possibility of getting skunked. This is what it's like in search of tuna.
Ducks and Geese
Too many hunters hate on snow geese. They are not "sky carp." They are more like flying grass-fed beef. Here's how to cook them.
Essays and Stories
I complete the North American quail slam - all six species - with an unforgettable hunt in Arizona.
Essays and Stories
I am finally home from book tour, finally able to return to doing what I do best: Working with wild foods.
Pheasant, Grouse, Quail
Sage grouse have an undeserved reputation as poor table fare. Here are tips and tricks to cooking and eating your next sage hen.
Essays and Stories
A sage grouse hunt these days is a ceremonial act. But that does not make it less important. We need to remain able to hunt these animals, and that means doing the hard work to conserve them.
Podcast
In this episode of Hunt Gather Talk, I team up with Minnesota's Sean Sherman, the Sioux Chef, to talk about native American cooking and cuisine, and what everyone can learn by paying attention to how the various Indian groups worked the land for thousands of years.
Essays and Stories
Tidepools capture me like nothing else, and I am certain I am not the only one who has carried this fascination well into middle age. Tidepools capture us because they are a microcosm of life: A world in a puddle. And, as it happens, an edible world.