I would be very interested in hearing about other game you've eaten, and how you prepared it.
When I was in 6th grade, there was a boy in my class who ate a lot of game at home. I think I remember him saying his mom knew how to cook skunk.
It didn't occur to me at the time that that was what they had to eat; game their dad got, or not much at all.
He won the prize for finding the most morels when the class went out into the woods to look for them. He had a lot of experience foraging, I'd bet.
Prep is the same for any creature, skin, gut, trim and if you wish soak in salted water.
There really isn’t much to the cooking, if you cook anything like a roast it will become tender. Seasoning is up to the individual. Once I have an understanding of the general taste of a critter then I’ll start seeing how it tastes in other ways. I’m not a fancy cook, crockpot and dutch oven are my preferred methods but deep frying and stir frying is fun too. In winter a good old fashioned stew hits the spot.
So far I’ve eaten the normal wild game that is readily available, deer, squirrel, rabbit, goose, duck, turkey. Then I’ve eaten some “odd” stuff like porcupine, badger, coon, opossum, muskrat, beaver, wood chuck, snapping turtle, crow, sandhill crane. On the bucket list is moose, elk, bear, pigeon, wild boar, bob cat and fox. Those are the only MI wild game animals I have not hunted. Though I probably never will get to hunt a moose or wild hog unless I go out of state.
So far the tastiest weird game is beaver, porcupine and badger. Beaver and porcupine is pretty beefy in flavor, the badger was incredibly mild and had a surprisingly lighter meat.
As far as “trash” fish goes, to me there is no such thing. Bullhead, catfish, crayfish, bowfin, carp, freshwater drum, creek chubs... If I can catch it and legally keep it, I’ll eat it if I can’t catch what I was initially after.
My dad says people wouldn’t believe all the things I (26 female) do, that was when I had my arms inside a beaver carcass ripping out the organs. My grandpa got me a dog tag that says “Killer” on it when I shot my first deer. Funny how things turn out, as a kid I would cry when my dad killed anything.