Long before he discovered wild boar and duck fat and a fondness for feeding others, Fred was an avid fisherman spearing the waters of the Great White North in solitude. Armed with his harpoon and a cooler to keep him nourished during a long day in turbulent waters, the day’s catch would be taken back to his shanty and cooked over an open flame to be enjoyed by himself.
With a crackling fire and a cold brew, Fred was never really alone. He had his fish. And his appetite.