A better title for this book would have been Feat Beater: Remorseless Confessions of an American Narcissist. This is one of the shorter books I have read recently but it still felt like a long slog. The book is a litany of the author's many transgressions since childhood. I almost bailed halfway but considered myself pot committed. What kept me going was the expectation that the author would ultimately experience some sort of epiphany, find some shred of humility, or benefit from a moral reconciliation. Spoiler alert: I was very wrong. When the author had the nerve to criticize other hunters while praising his own ethics near the end of the book, I did a spit-take and almost fell out of my chair.
This book was supposed to be my gateway into the Meat Eater empire where I would enjoy more books, podcasts, and TV shows from a fellow Michigander. Having recently stumbled upon Donnie Vincent, and what I would describe as his almost spiritual connection to nature and hunting, I had hoped to find something similar in Steven Rinella, with the added interest of being born and raised in my home state. What I found was something very different. Where Vincent has an overwhelming respect for the prey he hunts, and a deep love for the natural habitats where the animals dwell, Rinella is almost completely void of any morals or values. I don't even know what led me to connect these two hunters in the first place. My sincerest apologies to Mr. Vincent.
After subjecting myself to this entire book, I feel very confident in characterizing Rinella. I bet you know someone just like him. You might even have a "friend" that reminds you of him. He's the kind of guy who always needs to one up you. If you've got a great story to tell, he cuts you off with one he believes is better. All attention must always be focused on him. He's the bro who brags about everything, even the amount of breast milk his wife can pump out (I'm not joking, that's in the book). Everything he thinks, says, or does is magical and everything else is just sh!t. If he's not into it, then it sucks. He loves to criticize others with an almost comical lack of self-awareness. Anything outside of Rinella's orbit is immediately dismissed as completely meaningless. This even applies to education. Rinella makes his contempt for academics very clear throughout the early chapters, doing no favors for the reputation of his alma mater along the way.
When Rinella describes betraying the sacred trust of his beloved older brothers at an early age, you want to chalk the misdeed up to youthful folly. You expect this gut-wrenching betrayal to be the one exception that serves as a lifelong lesson. Not even close. Instead, this early deceit seems to permanently set Rinella's moral compass to treachery. Breaking a promise made with his brothers, who Rinella claims are the most important people in his life, just sets the stage for more lying, cheating, and stealing. There is a clear pattern of narcissistic behavior throughout the book that becomes exhausting.
Rinella writes about barging in on a crowded scene to fish in the Grand River. He has a complete disregard for his fellow fisherman or the personal space they have already claimed. All that matters is what Steve wants. His sense of entitlement knows no bounds. Yet again, Rinella's ego leads to more poor decision-making, and he finds himself in another precarious situation. He goes to great lengths to save face and try to impress onlookers who are likely less in awe, and more just dumbfounded by his reckless foolishness. Only a narcissist would try to spin his stupid decisions into heroic feats of strength. The entire passage was nauseating.
Then there's this from chapter 8: "Derrick was just a friend of a friend that we’d brought along because we needed a fourth paddler. None of us really knew him, and we didn’t care too much what he thought but he offered his opinion anyway." Wow, really?!? Rinella displays complete disdain for a fellow member of his hunting party who was apparently only being exploited for manual labor. It's bad enough to have that thought in the moment, but Rinella had years to reflect and mature, and still made a conscious decision to publish those words in a book! These two sentences provided so much insight into Rinella's character. I'm glad things didn't go sideways on that excursion because it's clear Derrick would have easily been sacrificed. I wonder how Derrick felt if he ever read this chapter. Having already suffered through in-person exposure to Rinella, I assume he knew better than to waste his time on this book.
Rinella's narcissism is not just limited to degrading fellow humans. Unfortunately, it extends into much more serious matters. Rinella clearly believes societal norms, and even criminal laws, don’t apply to him. He details the many pitfalls associated with using snares to trap animals but then continues to employ the method regardless of the pain, suffering, and collateral damage caused by the illegal devices. His greed and desire to continue being a fur trader even after the industry died, led him to ignore any consequences he inflicted on others. The interaction with a local sheriff, when Rinella chose to blatantly lie about his illegal trapping, felt more braggadocious than remorseful.
Like many narcissists, Rinella can only survive his own hypocrisy through cognitive dissonance. Illegally and inhumanely killing animals is ok when Steve wants money, but the permissible practice of hunting inside high-wire fences is "limp-dicked" according to Rinella. He also endorses, or at least condones, "camp meat" which is apparently a time-honored tradition among hunters of illegally killing animals on the side during an official hunt. Sometimes Rinella attempts to offer up excuses for his hypocrisy, but none come close to justifying his flippant actions. In other cases, he completely forfeits and admits to having no explanation at all.
I wish I could give Rinella credit for one thing, his honesty, but I can't. Even coming clean to the reader is transactional. Rinella always wants something in return. He divulges many secrets but only in clearly selfish attempts to gain more of the attention and fabricated notoriety he so desperately craves. You can almost feel the author begging the reader to think "wow, he's such a cool guy" to the point that it's cringy. Rinella seems to fancy himself as a famous folklore-ish outlaw living a life of adventure in the wilderness, but he just comes across as an insufferable a$$h0le. There is zero remorse. What could have been written as a heartfelt, conscious-clearing, confessional memoir, instead feels like an arrogant, chest-pounding mess of unrelated, ego-stroking conquests.