Off Duty

Work fills the week. These fill everything else.

Hunting

Hunting is a strong tradition in my family, and one of the finest ways I know to spend time outdoors with good people. There is no substitute for a cold morning in a deer stand: the quiet, the patience, and the conversation that only happens when the phones stay in the truck.

For four generations, my family has hunted in Midway, Alabama, where I host hunt weekends with friends old and new. We eat well, tell stories, and remember that some of life's best business gets done far from any conference room.

Skiing

Every winter I try to get to the mountains. Skiing is the rare sport that demands your complete attention — there is no thinking about work when you are reading the slope in front of you — and I come back sharper every time. My daughters learned young, and chasing them down the mountain remains one of my favorite pursuits.

Running

My dad ran into his 80s. I remember running with him at the Midland track when I could barely run a hundred yards — year after year, I ran with him. The Marine Corps put running in my blood too, and I have never managed to get it out.

On October 25, 2026, I ran my first marathon: the 51st Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, D.C., with my oldest daughter Laura, a senior at Georgetown. We both finished. Laura broke four hours and beat me by nearly an hour, and I ran the whole way without walking. Makena, my girlfriend and running coach, put in almost all of the nearly 800 miles of training with me over six months. The people's marathon, run by Marines, through the monuments — there is no better first marathon in America, and it will not be our last.

Cooking

The hunt does not end at the field — it ends at the table. I cook what I harvest: venison, wild hog, dove, quail, duck, and turkey, prepared simply and shared generously. There is something deeply satisfying about serving a meal you carried out of the woods yourself, and few better ways to bring people together.

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