How many of you have eaten...

[TruckinMike]

I can't believe with all the posts on this thread i haven't seen 'possum, armadillo, or skunk. Go figure???

Out West here, Rattle Snake appetizers with dip. Great.

One of my favorites... I still have that rattler in the freezer from a couple of weeks ago when my dog, Cap'n Parker, almost got bit (link)- again. My 20 gauge solved the problem.

oh yeah.. and pigeons... when I was a kid, me, my brother, and cousin - with pellet gun in hands - massacred about 20 pigeons down the road from the house - My grandfather made us go back and clean them all. Believe it or not, they tasted better than quail! Who would have guessed? My grandfather said they ate them all the time in east Texas.

TMike

 

[inibo]

I imagine any bird you can catch would be good

I was once told by a fellow from Belize that down there there is a variety of parakeet that lives exclusively on cashews. He says they make a shishkabob kind of thing out of them and they are very tasty. If he wasn't pulling my leg I'd be willing to bet they would very good.

 

[Dieseler]

I'll be happy to try the gator and the rattler (never tried either yet) but there is way to many squirrel running around here for me to be eating a opossum or opossum on the half shell.

 

[Wendi]

My neighbors might get irritated if I started shooting squirrels here

 

[BeFranklin]

I've already eaten the meal, how would I have pictures?
Maybe next time I cook wild game, I will take pictures so people will see what this stuff looks like.
I grew up in the middle of no where, surrounded by farm and forest.
We lived off the land, so this stuff is normal to me. It may gross out other people - I don't know.

Nope, this is my plan when the SHTF. America has a lot of food for hunting or foraging, people just don't see it.

FYI: I've had frogs legs at a country kitchen. They are pretty good now I just need to learn how to skin and/or prepare this stuff.

 

[pcosmar]

When I was at scout camp (about 13 years old), my dad as scout master, the rangers killed a she bear that had lost her cubs. They gave all the troops some meat to make stew. My dad made two pots. One large w/beef and one small w/bear.

Everyone thought the bear tasted "funny". I couldn't tell the difference so I asked dad for a second helping of bear. Still not being able to tell the difference, I said to my father, "I can't tell the difference."

He said, "Suuuuush, don't tell anyone!" and left me to understand that they were the same stew... all bear.

Sometimes I just want to eat and not to know.

Growing up, we had folks just up the road from us, Joe was a hunter and trapper by trade and his wife could cook anything he brought home.
Sometimes it was best just not to ask what was in the pot.
It was all good, just not for the squeamish to ask.

Had skunk there once, real tasty.