Dressing My First Deer Cut Me to the Core
While on a hunting trip in Germany, I got up close and personal with Franz Joseph—not the Austrian emperor, but a majestic old stag who lived his life in a deer park.
Hunting Wild Boar Is a Waiting Game in Pitch-Black Darkness
Hunting season is coming to an end, so I’m going on one last big game hunt in Germany with a guy named Sjoerd. He's the first hunter I've met from my generation in Amsterdam, which is unique because hunting in Holland is hardly a youthful affair.
Cooking Wild Duck Is a Plucking Matter
I’ve eaten freshly shot elk heart for breakfast in the Rockies; I’ve removed the scrotum of a German boar without batting an eye. But that was all in the great outdoors. The presence of wild duck innards in my living room is a culinary labor of love I...
Wild Duck Sausage with Orange and Fennel
Pork belly balances the gamey flavor of wild duck in this hearty hunters sausage with fennel and oranges.
I Went Duck Hunting with Dutch Aristocrats
Only two percent of the Dutch population hunts. Americans call hunting a sport, but Dutch hunters will go to great lengths to make sure nobody interprets what they do as pleasurable—even though they love it.
The Photo Issue 2007
Friendship is very important to me. These photos are all of my good friend Wyne Veen. Wyne was in most of my photos for a long time for obvious reasons: She was always around and she is quite pretty. She looks good with or without clothes. This is a...