When I was growing up, we always ate the heart of a deer soon after killing it. My mom cooked it very simply: sliced thin, dredged in seasoned flour, and then fried in a skillet. My dad always complained if… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
There is a limit to political and public tolerance for sacrifice on behalf of wildlife. — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
I have done some overseas hunting, including in New Zealand and with Amerindians in the jungles of South America. In those cases, I was… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
Deer won't trust their eyes, and they won't trust their ears, but they'll always trust their sense of smell. — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
I got an MFA in creative non-fiction writing at the University of Montana. — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
I trapped for 10 years, selling the hides and everything. Muskrats, raccoons, coyote, mink, beaver, otter, fox. When I figured out you couldn't make… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
I was born with this wanderlust to move, constantly, as far as I could. It's more than I have a very hard time holding… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
Microthreats are hardly confined to the wilderness. From the common cold to the Ebola virus, various nasties could be waiting to pounce on you… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
If you strip away someone's connection to the landscape, you risk losing their support as well. — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
My first two kids were born in New York City, but there is a lot of exploration to be done just learning the natural… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
Getting published was like God stamping you 'acceptable,' and all of a sudden you can start writing for other places. — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
If I could be attacked by a grizzly and not be killed, or maimed in a way that made women afraid of me, I'd… — Steven Rinella Copy Share Image
