Connections can happen in a blink of an eye or they can develop over time. However they happen and whether they be made with people, places or things, they can fun, rewarding, and beneficial. Farm Folk City Folk reached out to me and asked if I could be a guest blogger on their website. I’ve…Read More
This post may be the only one ever written about Lake Whitefish being made into Fish Taco’s so far. If I owned a restaurant, I would serve this!Read More
Poor Man’s Lobster. I’m not poor when I eat this wild dish. I want a whole Lota Lota of this!Read More
If you are reading this, I’d like to relish the fact that you’ve mustard up the courage to ketchup to my level.
As a hunter-gatherer and a consumer of food grown on a farm or a greenhouse, I am always on the look out to combine all the flavors, wild or not, in new and interesting ways. Why just have Tomato Ketchup when you can have Mushroom Ketchup?
THERE’S ONE! Ugh! You are a beautiful color phase Black Bear, but I have to pass you up. It’s Saturday, it’s hot outside and I cannot process you without spoiling before I get back home tomorrow. OH WAIT! THERE’S ANOTHER ONE! Wow! You are a gorgeous color phase Black Bear, all brown and blonde. Wait…are…Read More
“I won’t eat those!” says an associate of mine. “They are garbage. Ick!” Others tell me to leave them on the ice for Eagles and Otters. Whatever I do, don’t put them back into the lake as they are a course fish…garbage fish, too bony and too small to eat. I study the small fish…Read More
I’m not a complete wimp…I did have my eyes open the majority of the trip. I’m being dramatic. It is a freaky thing to know that you could plummet to your death multiple times on a voyage.Read More
I wait what seems like forever, to have the coyotes’ vital area come into view. It does. I see the area behind the shoulder and pull the trigger. The shot rings out over the clearing. It’s done. It’s down. It lays still.Read More
The afternoon was wearing on and we were getting discouraged. We hadn’t seen any animals, let alone the ones we were hunting. The afternoon sun was bright and getting warmer by the minute. The ungulates of the forest probably already had bedded down; we probably wouldn’t see anything until the evening hunt which was 2…Read More