His love of hunting is well documented. Mike Timlin enjoys the great outdoors, and hunting relaxes him and provides much-needed relief from the stress of pitching for the Boston Red Sox. Many were under the impression that once baseball season starts, hunting is essentially put on hold for Timlin. But when Call of the Green Monster recently visited Timlin for an interview, we learned that that is not entirely true.
“C’mon in,” Timlin said warmly with a cheerful smile, early one morning as a COTGM reporter entered the apartment. The reporter was immediately drawn to a gruesome sight at the blood-splattered kitchen table, where the entrails and various remains of a raccoon were lying. “Oh, don’t pay much attention to that," Timlin chuckled. “I’m just finishing up skinning that little fella' and harvesting the meat. Coffee?”
As the interview proceeded, the reporter noticed that the apartment was strewn with dead squirrels, rodents, raccoons, skunks, and various types of birds, including pigeons. “I really miss hunting when I’m here in Boston,” Timlin replied with a tinge of sadness, when asked about the dead animals. “When I’m here in Boston, I just have this apartment here in the city. So, when I get the urge, I just roll up the window and shoot whatever I see outside. I don’t put lids on my trashcan, so they work as great bait.” Timlin, who hunts with a crossbow instead of a gun, admits that he has had a few close calls with pedestrians, but tries to hunt with the utmost care. “No Dick Cheney problems with me,” he says.
Timlin keeps some of the animals for trophies, but also says that he enjoys cooking some “exotic cuisine” with his prey. “I make the best stir-fried squirrel you’ve ever had,” he says, offering the recipe, which was politely declined. “And I had Manny Ramirez over for dinner last night for some bird, and he loved it.”
“It was pigeon,” Ramirez replied, when asked about the meal. “I was a little scared when he told me, but lemme tell you, it’s not bad, man. It’s a little chewy, ya know. You just gotta put lots of ketchup and salt on it, and then a little bit a’ Big Papi’s hot mango sauce. Hey, I’ve had worse, man, believe me when I tell you. I mean…whoa boy, you don’t wanna know..”