I grew up in a hunting family. My grandpappy taught me to shoot
with an old single-shot Winchester .22 when I was five. I got
really good, and still am. My grandmother, who was the world's
greatest cook, would fry, boil, broil, roast, or whatever,
anything I killed and brought home: venison, wild hogs, ducks,
geese, quail, doves, squirrels, and so on. But she drew the line
at 'possums and 'coons, said not to bring her one of them or she'd
whup me good. They, like groundhogs, dogs and cats were the meat
of last choice for the really desperate during the Great
Depression, and I never actually knew anybody who ever ate any of
those. Although I understand there are some third-world countries
that actually eat dog and cat, and I have heard that maybe there
are even some places where people even today still eat bunny
rabbits.
I think I saw that on that cooking show with the Two Fat Ladies.
Walt
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---------- Original Message ----------------------------------
From: "GeoW" <gwsears@xxxxxxxxxxx>
Reply-To: olympus@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 13:22:51 -0500
>Now by God i'm from sho nuff South Georgia and I can proudly say
>I ain't never ate no possum. Mama wouldn't cook one for me. I do
>understand that after they've been fed out on sweet potatos,
>cleaned out, they are tasty, but a tad greasy. Can't be any
>nastier than a chicken, no way, no how. I've seen hogs do some
>pretty disgusting things too.
>
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