Get his “Critters I’ve Eaten” passport out, because he’s about to get some new stamps.
We’re leaving the farm behind and traveling to the far-flung corners of the world to rustle up fresh game. It’s the pilgrimage of the global carnivore, the instincts of a fearsome apex predator with an appetite. No natural defenses deter us, and no corner of the world escapes us.
On wing, in shell, on hoof or slither, wherever our quarry might scurry, we will find it.
