When I was young we ate a lot of wild game. The only thing I can remember the whole family refusing to ever try again, after our first try, was a 'possum.
Now some may say, "you have to cook it the correct way", and perhaps that is true, but we ate coons and rabbits and squirrels and quail, they were all cooked, "the right way" but that 'possum was just plain nasty tasting. We kept a lot of chickens and I can never remember anything bothering the chickens except 'possums. If we found a hen ripped open and guts eaten, Dad would set up with his shotgun and wait for the chickens to start squawking in the night and then go down and dispatch the 'possum. These days it is rare to find one around our place, I mostly see them in their natural habitat, the middle of the road.