It’s Father & Son Week at Carpe Vino. For the first time ever, Drew and I are embarking on a hunting trip. . .we’re both armed to the teeth, headed to South Dakota with the aim of limiting out on pheasant. I haven’t been in the field since we left Illinois some 15 years ago, so this could be a very exciting adventure.
Going after birds is the only kind of hunting in which I have an interest, and like most wing shooters, I eat everything I kill. And, no, I don’t feel badly about it, because I am a carnivore and I know where meat comes from.
Drew, on the other hand, is an avid hunter, and he has gone after all kinds of game: wild boar, turkey and deer. He loves it so much, I think he probably even has a Cabella’s credit card.
I’m not sure how this is going to end up. We’ll be living in a dormitory situation with about a dozen other guys, all friends or family of Drew’s buddy, Grenny Sutcliffe of Auburn. Guess it’s going to be a guy thing.
We’ll be back next Wednesday, just in time to sample the Greek menu. Maybe I can talk the Chef into roasting up some pheasant, Athenian style.