I’m very new to hunting, so all this is still a learning process for me. But I love to cook wild game, and I love to write. I have an unending passion for the great outdoors and an eye for the finer things in life. "Fine," as in the way watching squirrels always makes me laugh, the way a warm campfire can bring back fond memories, and the way good, honest company always makes a dire situation not so bad. For me, nothing beats the lingering smell of rain and the fresh scent of pine needles in the air. At 16, I made it to the top of Mount Whitney. A few years later, I traveled to Alaska, to kayak 62 miles in the Kenai Fjords, with a bunch of girls who had nothing better to do. In college, I learned to love the horse and to see grace in all animals. November 2011, I went to Nebraska with my boyfriend Rick and shot my very first deer. There, I learned what it truly meant to participate in the natural cycle of the seasons. Lo and behold, I became a hunter.

And who could've ever guessed that I'd be doing this now. My parents and I immigrated to the United States from Vietnam when I was just two years old. Growing up, I had to do all the regular "Asian" things. You know, like violin lessons, academic pentathlons, getting straight A's. But what I longed for most were the adventures that I read about, in my favorite childhood stories like Where the Red Fern Grows, Treasure Island, Old Yeller and The Call of the Wild. I wanted to emulate young Sam Gribley (My Side of the Mountain), who ran away from home to learn how to survive by himself in the Catskill Mountains of Upstate New York. I guess you can say that I was not typical. Not for a girl— certainly not for someone Vietnamese. But what people may call "crazy," I say that they are lessons of a lifetime.


Jenny and Rick also maintain a blog, Food For Hunters, packed full of wild game recipes.