I can also tell you that even hawk makes a palatable meal. The Mayan indians I had working for me in the jungle in Belize killed everything that moved, which was pretty irritating if it was something they wouldn't eat. One day they shot a hawk so I had my cook make a soup of it for breakfast. The guys wouldn't touch it, of course, but I did and it was tasty enough. The only other thing they wouldn't eat was snakes, not even the meaty 7ft Fer de lance I brought in one day. To them, every snake was poisonous. Other than these anomalies, we pretty much ate everything else that moved - little jungle deer, armadillos, river otter, parrots, McCaw, Gibnut(a nutria clone with chipmunk markings), grouse we took with sling shots and smallish turkey-like birds , wild pigs, you name it. We would have eaten tapir but they were too big since we were on the move daily.

My nominee for the "2018 PGCA Andrew Zimmern Award" goes out to none other than Richard Flanders of Fairbanks, AK for his gut-wrenching accounts of a life well-lived!

Would anyone care to 2nd this nomination?

I second that emotion as the sons goes LOL

Sometimes it's fun to have experiences in your quiver that require zero embellishment.