Watching The Empire Strikes Back as a child does not prepare you for the first time you field-dress an animal in the snow. Yes, the organs balloon out as if they’re instantly inflating, like when Han Solo cuts open the Tauntaun. But then comes a lot of work. Ten minutes into gutting, I’m “ringing the ass,” running a four-inch German hunting knife around a pelvic canal while Uncle Cy, an experienced hunter, hisses useful advice in my ear, like “Don’t ruin my fucking knife.” And “You just ruined my fucking knife.”
(via Learning How to Hunt Deer in 7 Days or Less)
New article for GQ involving uncles, guns, and me in a canoe when it’s 16 degrees outside.
Magazine writers don’t really get to write their own headlines, blurb text, or captions, so for anyone emailing to say it’s impossible to “learn how to hunt deer in seven days or less,” believe me, I agree.