I've read of all sorts of methods used way back when (pre WW2 perhaps?) for providing meat for your family and if you had extra it could be sold to your neighbors or bartered .

I happened upon a Turkey Buzzard one time with a broken wing that couldn’t fly. Thinking I would do the world a favor and rescue it, I very carefully picked it up. The stench of death emanating from it was so severe it was hard to breathe. I had to put him down and ask the Great Spirit to intervene on my behalf. If you find yourself hungering for a Turkey Buzzard you are in very dire straits.

I'm sitting at work and just read this and it gave me a pretty good laugh .

Wow!

There was an aviation event in Florida, I believe, where a private pilot was doing some Sunday flying in a single engine aircraft. Following the incident the pilot declared an emergency to the tower. As is customary during an emergency declaration the airport was closed to traffic and the runway cleared. The pilot landed successfully, stopped in the middle of the runway, and exited the aircraft quickly. He proceeded to get on his hands and knees to barf repeatedly. Apparently while boring holes in the Florida sky he struck a vulture which came through the wind screen and splattered vulture parts throughout the cabin. Now, I am not sure this qualifies as a true emergency but the pilot certainlu thought so. Mike Franzen might concur.

Concur, I do! I have never encountered anything living or dead that smells like that. They make the Elephant House at the zoo smell like roses in comparison.

I would say that was a emergency....charlie

I had a coyote run in and knock down two of my three turkey decoys this spring in Kansas. He loped off and looked back w/ a strange look back at the remaining decoy! One decoy he knocked down WAS being held up by a 1/2" wooden dowel, which was broken in two. That surprised me!

Several years ago I watched a coyote stalking my decoys in Missouri, but he too was unsuccessful...!

I guess they have to eat, too?

This morning I noticed my turkey decoy was knocked over
 

Nothing wrong with eating robins, they taste just like doves. When I was a kid (seventy years ago) my Dad and I found a holly tree full of berries that the robins were feasting on. We carefully killed a mess of the males with .22 shorts. Later that night we had a feast of fried robins for supper. Only problem was my Dad got a bone stuck in his throat. Went to the doctor the next day and the look on the doctors face when my Dad explained the problem he was there for was priceless.