I guess squirrels are a problem everywhere. I still remember being terrorized by them in college. You would walk to classes (long walks between buildings) and the squirrels would regularly just jump out at you from the trash cans. Some would make it to backpacks, etc. At the time, the trash cans were these huge concrete tubes with the plastic domed and lidded trash receptacle inside of it...so not something you would expect a critter to come jumping out at you from. Fast forward 20+ years later and we have so many in our back yard area (I back up to State woodlands and a large creek basin) that the hawk situation is also out of control this year. I had one hawk dive at me 2 days ago while I was holding our roo! :eek:
 
I resemble that remark.

Squirrel gumbo is good as is squirrel sauce picante.

Funny story. Working in a lab and the manager (Fontenot) brought a delicacy for lunch. Squirrel head gumbo. Most of the rednecks didn't mind, but the young college girl, who wasn't normally squeamish, threatened to report him to HR for a hostile work environment if he didn't leave the lunch room and never bring that dish again. I heard about this years later and she was still upset by that story. Needless to say, the good ol' boys loved telling the story in front of her. And Mr. Fontenot didn't bring any more for lunch.

I can now say I've seen 2 squirrels fall out of a tree. The first one hit the dog who was napping under it and it scared poor old Otis. Knocked the squirrel senseless for 15 seconds. By the time Otis went back to find out what hit him, the squirrel snapped out of it and ran back up the tree. I was rolling! Poor Otis. It made my sides hurt.

How do you catch a squirrel?

Climb a tree and act like a nut.


We had the same problem at a squadron (I was in the Air Force) pot luck. This was at Fairchild AFB in Spokane Washington. One of civilian managers brought in a crock pot of chili, and it was a huge hit... as in the pot was almost licked clean. Towards the end of the potluck one of the Chief Master Sergeants, who was female, went up to him and asked him for the recipe. When he got to the part where you brown and season a pound of ground bear meat she lost it. He wasn't allowed to bring anything to potlucks unless he said what the animal was in it. Real shame too... He was an amazing cook. She even had a hard time deciding if he was allowed to bring his hunted turkey in for the thanksgiving potluck. She eventually let him, but she didn't want to. Popular vote, I guess.
 
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i don't understand going crazy about it afterwards if you ate it and liked it. Even if somebody bought something totally gross, if you like it, you like it. These people certainly give a new meaning to pot luck.... :D

Thing is, in that part of the US, hunting is a mainstay. Its not trophy hunting, lots of people full up their freezers on bear, venison, elk and turkey with the expectation of hopefully not buying meat for a year. Another friend of mine in Oregon had never tasted cow in his life until he'd gone in the AF.
So, for him to not be able to bring what he felt was a normal meal was kind 'irritating' to him, but with his personality he was mostly amused by this uppity east coast raised Chief.
 
Thing is, in that part of the US, hunting is a mainstay.
i'm very fussy, and I don't much like meat and don't really like the idea of eating dead animals. I don't like to think about it. But I think because I am a bit squeamish, I don't have any problem with people eating 'alternative' sources of meat. A dead animal is a dead animal. We may have an emotional response to eating certain things, but cows and sheep are also nice and they get gobbled up without a second thought. I wouldn't particularly want to try bear, but if I ate it and liked it, I'd go 'whaddya know, I like bear',I wouldn't chuck a huge wobbly about it.
 
We had the same problem at a squadron (I was in the Air Force) pot luck. This was at Fairchild AFB in Spokane Washington. One of civilian managers brought in a crock pot of chili, and it was a huge hit... as in the pot was almost licked clean. Towards the end of the potluck one of the Chief Master Sergeants, who was female, went up to him and asked him for the recipe. When he got to the part where you brown and season a pound of ground bear meat she lost it. He wasn't allowed to bring anything to potlucks unless he said what the animal was in it. Real shame too... He was an amazing cook. She even had a hard time deciding if he was allowed to bring his hunted turkey in for the thanksgiving potluck. She eventually let him, but she didn't want to. Popular vote, I guess.
Such a shame, when food is that good that you ask how to make it, and decide, after you ate it and liked it, that you are not interested because of something in it. If it's good, who cares what's in it unless it will harm you. I bet it was great, just hard to get bear here. As for the turkey, all I can say is her, and everybody who would have partaken's loss.
 
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Thing is, in that part of the US, hunting is a mainstay. Its not trophy hunting, lots of people full up their freezers on bear, venison, elk and turkey with the expectation of hopefully not buying meat for a year. Another friend of mine in Oregon had never tasted cow in his life until he'd gone in the AF.
So, for him to not be able to bring what he felt was a normal meal was kind 'irritating' to him, but with his personality he was mostly amused by this uppity east coast raised Chief.
I am a meat hunter, don't really get the trophy thing. Of course, I am a woman, and I do have the first deer skin I bagged after Katrina, lost the very first one in Katrina,so just replaced it. DH has made me some great moccasins from skins in the past.
 

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