"When I started dating my wife, Katie, I ached for her from my knees to my throat." — Steven Rinella

Deer won't trust their eyes, and they won't trust their ears, but they'll always trust their sense of smell.

It's not a big leap mentally to see the extension from gardening and farmer's markets to hunting local foods. I think that's going to be a big part of hunting in the future is going to be that mentality.

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 we put ketchup on venison loin, but he didn't mind if we dipped our slices of heart in it.