David Michael’s essays and reviews have appeared in the New Republic, America, the Paris Review Daily, and Books & Culture, among others. He lives in Brooklyn, where he works as a film producer.
June 26, 2015 | Memoir
Father Johan climbed up first, and I hoisted his rifle and backpack up to him. The tower, a box on stilts, was walled with rugs and blankets strewn about, but the cold cut everything, including my oversized boots and borrowed wool socks. It overlooked a clearing where we dumped food for the boars. Hunting wild boar without dogs means you set the table and hope the guests arrive. In the meantime, you wait.
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