Posts I've seen on this thread: I'll still eat coon, not much into possum, coon is fine in a stew. Goat, that depends on who cooks it, I've had some that wasn't fit for the hogs, and some that beat some of the pork bbq I've had at restaurants that were supposedly supposed to be good.
Coots? I've never had a taste for them, however, you used to be able to kill 10 a day, outside your 100 pt. limit, those things have a huge gizzard that is close to 4/5 of a normal duck's gizzard, those things really went well for making giblet gravy.
Anyone else remember the pt. system? bluebills/mergansers/teal etc. 10 pts. redheads mallards pintail were 25/hens 75 - later both went to 75 pts. canvasbacks 100 you could go over 100 pts., the last duck is what counted to put you at or over. Now, it all depended on the marine patrol on how they jokers tried to count too, we usually picked and cleaned all our ducks while out, but if that last duck was a redhead, we picked him/her quickly, grabbed the decoys and headed out, trying to keep them warm to show he was the last duck or ducks.
18 bluebills and a couple big male redhead was a fine day for dad and I.
I miss you dad. A young teenager in a duck blind with a dad, times well spent my friends. Fishing, turkey hunting, deer hunting, squirrel, etc., you have to be quiet, doves used to be too much flying to talk, the duck blind .......... that's where the talking really occurs between men and sons/daughters, no one is there to overhear, no one is there to really interrupt, it's just us. I kind of wish my dad had been into horses, a good trail ride and camping can be that way too.