From Field to Table
A Chef’s Hunt for Knowledge About Food and Life
by Donna Hecker
My past hunting experiences I now see as culinary experiences. I was unaware at the time but I was learning a love for nature, preservation and balance. I was learning to use all of my senses and to be aware of the consequences of my actions, the significance of taking a life and how to honor that life to the best of my abilities. - Tyler McNabb
Holly Hill Culinary Director and Executive Chef Tyler McNabb reflects on hunting with his father PD, short for Paul Donald. Tyler, whose first name is also Paul, is now a father himself — of fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. He and wife Brenna welcomed Theophilus Bear and Ruby Wren two Thanksgivings ago, and are now expecting a third child.
Growing up in Cynthiana, Tyler’s own childhood was bookended by a culinary upbringing with his beloved Mammaw, Peggy Rae Davis; and time spent hunting with his father. Shoney and PD say their older son was an easy-going kid; rarely moved to anger but fiercely competitive, due to the fact that PD never cut Tyler or his brother Cole any slack. PD likes to say he taught Tyler a lot of “useless skills” and grudgingly admits that Tyler now beats him at everything.
Well before Tyler and his best friend Brandon Barnett were old enough for hunter education training, they tagged along with their dads, walking the fields of Harrison County in search of deer and doves and ducks and geese.
By the time he was ten, Tyler had learned to shoot and took his first turkey, a big 25-pound gobbler. PD still chuckles at the memory of his little boy trudging up the hill with the turkey slung over his shoulder, just like the “little engine that could” until PD took pity on Tyler, and took the turkey off his hands.
PD says Tyler’s first turkey, roasted in a poorly-sealed cooking bag, was dry and tasteless, a story his son jokingly protests is an “attempt to smear his good name.” But nothing was ever wasted, no matter how it turned out, and they always ate what they caught; or donated it to others.
On a turkey hunt one year at the Blue Grass Army Depot, Tyler stalked a flock for what felt like miles through brambles and brush, over and under fences. Although he was breathless and exhausted by the time he bagged one, the experience only increased his appetite for his Uncle Frankie’s “legendary” wild turkey nuggets.
Not all his adventures were unqualified successes. Out for a goose hunt one foggy morning, Tyler’s and Brandon’s shots found their prey, but the boys were not so lucky. As the fog lifted, they spotted their downed geese in the middle of a nearby lake. With no bird dog or boat at hand, PD improvised by tying a pocket knive to the end of a fishing line. He cast over and over, while the boys threw rocks into the water from the other direction, hoping to create a bit of wake on that windless day. After an hour or so of this, they prevailed and bagged their birds.
If PD taught Tyler how to hunt, it was his Mammaw who taught him kitchen basics. As a four-year-old, he was flipping eggs and stirring gravy, then learning how to measure ingredients for recipes. Eventually she allowed him to help cook her famous fried chicken, trusting him to safely drop the flour-dredged pieces of chicken into a skillet of hot oil. Tyler would stay up all night with his Mammaw, cooking while the rest of the family wandered off. “She adored me; and I love feeding people, which I learned from her.”
As Tyler’s cooking skills developed, he became the teacher, giving PD tips on how to prepare their catch. PD loved the sociableness of dove hunts but not necessarily the birds themselves, so he didn’t appreciate their succulence until Tyler taught him to cook them medium-rare. After that, the doves were often stuffed with jalapeños or dates or blue cheese and wrapped in bacon for the grill. Their “game” game went up a notch.
Tyler’s cooking has always been informed by the bounty of Kentucky’s abundant fields and pastures. We may buy our duck from Farmer Joe and our rabbit from Steve Skelton, processed under USDA inspection, but in Tyler’s hands they’re transformed into dishes that call forth their untamed kin, with ingredients that may well have been foraged in the wild — ramps, chanterelles, fiddlehead ferns, nettles. It’s Tyler’s best expression of his “love for nature, preservation and balance”, learned at his father’s side.
It’s been awhile now since father and son hunted together. PD still goes out with friends but Tyler’s most recent hunt was several years ago. He had been tracking an 8-point buck for a couple of seasons and decided to try his luck one more time on a Sunday after work.
Tyler prefers to hunt with a compound bow, which demands more skill from the hunter and gives the animal better odds of escape. It had been at least a year since Tyler last used his bow, so PD set up a target for a few practice rounds.
Finally satisfied with his aim, Tyler headed out to the deer stand at 3:10. Less than two hours later, he had his buck — quickly felled, and cleanly.
Now that Tyler’s grown, with grown-up responsibilities and a growing family, PD misses hunting with his son. But it’s a fleeting sadness, easily eclipsed by the joy the twins have brought. As the days shorten and shadows lengthen, Shoney and PD are cherishing their first grandchildren. And there’s no doubt the children will grow up knowing the McNabb family’s twinned love of nature and her gifts.
But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee. Job 12:7-9
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Coffee Brined Venison for Dad
Get yourself yourself a deer, or find someone who has and talk them out of a choice piece of loin. And follow this recipe Tyler McNabb has written for his dad, PD McNabb.
