hare, drizzled with sauce. anthony: what, what, what? anthony: another tureen of pheasant, wild duck, and guinea hen, loaded with pleasing hunks of fois gras. anthony: oh, look at that. anthony: a wild boar tureen. fred: do you have boars here? group: no. fred: hog zillas? group: no. fred: that s another thing. anthony: hog zilla? fred: i think it would be an amazing legacy for joe beef to introduce a foreign species to newfoundland. anthony: i think that s awesome. fred: like that s the kind of shit people don t do anymore. anthony: wow. so you re mixing canned and fresh truffle? fred: yeah. because we can. the same reason the dog eats his ass. because he can. [ gunshot ] anthony: after a humiliation in the wild as severe as ours, as sporting gentlemen, it is required that we discharge our weapons. [ gunshot ] repeatedly. in this case, at non-living things.
together a simple wilderness meal around the camp fire. nothing fancy, just the bare essentials. dave: we re drinking sacrament from prince edward county, ontario. hinterland winery. and we re also drinking a wine from here, the maritimes nova scotia. it s a benjamin bridge classic rose. anthony: roughing it, in usual style. dave: cheers, gentlemen. fred: are we fessing up to having a successful hunt? or jeremy c: welcome to newfoundland, boys. anthony: if this is failure, i want more. [ laughter ] [ moose call ]
as sporting gentlemen, it is required that we discharge our weapons. [ gunshot ] repeatedly. in this case, at non-living things. [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] fred: got a fish. [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] fred: what are the symptoms of lead poisoning? anthony: um, inability to hit a skeet. [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] fred: this is a bad place for hippies to go camping, on the other side. [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] [ gunshot ] fred: is that the stuff you learned in west virginia-stan? anthony: our main course arrives as the temperature drops. moose shoulder and ribs, neck braised in red wine. wild mushrooms grilled scotch lovage for the essential
meal around the camp fire. nothing fancy, just the bare essentials. dave: we re drinking sacrament from prince edward country, ontario. hinterland winery. and we re also drinking a wine from here, the maritimes nova scotia. it s a benjamin bridge classic rose. anthony: roughing it, in usual style. dave: cheers, gentlemen. fred: are we fessing up to having a successful hunt? or jeremy c: welcome to newfoundland, boys. anthony: if this is failure, i want more. [ laughter ] [ moose call ]
fred: this is the proof of our low self-esteem. anthony: a tureen of wild hare, drizzled with sauce. anthony: what, what, what? anthony: another tureen of pheasant, wild duck, and guinea hen, loaded with pleasing hunks of fois gras. anthony: oh, look at that. anthony: a wild boar tureen. fred: do you have boars here? group: no. fred: hog zillas? group: no. fred: that s another thing. anthony: hog zilla? fred: i think it would be an amazing legacy for joe beef to introduce a foreign species to newfoundland. anthony: i think that s awesome. fred: like that s the kind of shit people don t do anymore. anthony: wow. so you re mixing canned and fresh truffle? fred: yeah. because we can. the same reason the dog eats his ass. because hean. [ gunshot ] anthony: after a humiliation in the wild as severe as ours, as sporting gentlemen, it is required that we discharge our weapons. [ gunshot ]