With no formal mentor to guide me into hunting, my path began with a simple conviction: if I wanted to understand the tradition, I would start with the dog. That decision led me to Europe, where I purchased the hunting dog I believed in and, in doing so, was welcomed into centuries-old hunting cultures that value discipline, land stewardship, and shared history.

Since then, I return each year to hunt boar and stag across Europe with the man I call my German Father, Ingo. I’ve walked forests owned by princes, tracked game along historic canals carved during the Second World War, driven fifteen hours across Poland to hunt with the Duke of Lithuania, and slept in former Soviet bunkers along the Baltic Sea. These experiences shaped not just how I hunt, but also how I understand tradition, respect the land, and honor the people who preserve it.