Might have, I was raised in the Osceola swamp right on the FL/GA border. We ate squirrel dumplings because Granny liked to crack the bones and eat the marrow as well as the head so she would boil them and pull the meat for dumplings and then she would lunch on the bones and brains. She was an amazing woman and tough as a cut hard nail.
My Mom said that if the cannibals had gotten lucky enough to kill Granny that they would have had to drink the broth because the meat would be so tough you couldn't chew it... Miss my Granny everyday.
Jim