In a world of
deer hunters, I stand out as the lone nut gunman. Not because of killing JFK, but because of not following the pack into the woods in pursuit of wild goat. Some people call'em deer, I calls em goats.
And I don't eat goat.
Squirrels and
rabbits on the other foot, I both enjoy hunting and eating. When eating either of these tasty lil morsels, you will be well served by being able to recognize a young animal from an older one. After we return from a successful hunting trip, all of the younguns are separated out and ultimately fried. The older ones typically go into a pot of dumplings.
Except for this one caveat and the assertion that it tastes like chicken, the information from Backwoods Home is accurate.
"Solve world hunger . . . tell no one." The, the, the, . . . THE GRINCH!