Grandma used to cook coon , groundhog and black squirrels . Her coon tasted and smelled like you were trying to eat a pussy that hadn't been washed for two weeks but it was Grandma so i pretty much had to eat it . For the groundhog a fella pretty much needed seven rows of teeth . It would have been easier to eat a hockey puck . Now the black squirrels , they were good . She once offered to cook us a beaver but since i already ate a coon i figured they were pretty much the same so i passed . Grandpa had a few chickens and come a time there was one less every day . One day he spotted an owl swooping in . The next day Grandpa sat by the woodshed with his double barrel scattergun and when the owl came back Grandpa dropped it right out of the sky . That night we had owl for supper . Grandpa seemed to like it but i really didn't give a hoot .




















































