Re: Hey Tranter! The 'other' white meat?
As a veteran of 'The Great Squirrel Wars', I can verify that squirrels can be quite palatable if properly prepared. As a teen squirrel sniper, I dueled many a tree rat 'mano a rodent' until there was only one victor. Due to my superior skills, an accurate .22, and opposable thumbs - I WAS THAT VICTOR !!! And as the saying goes, "to the victor goes the spoils". I would clean my vanquished foe, keeping only the legs since there isn't a lot of meat on the body, then batter the legs and fry them in a cast iron skillet. Good eating, but it takes a lot of squirrel legs to fill you up! My grandfather would fry them up head and all. You were supposed to take a butter knife, and using the handle, crack the skull open and eat the brains!! Never could bring myself to eat squirrel brains!!
One warning, if you desire to eat squirrel. A lot of them will have these nasty looking worms in them which appeared as big lumps under the fur. As a rule, we would wait until there had been a frost to hunt them. Seems the cold weather would rid them of the worms.
For those of you who feel that there was no danger in hunting these vicious creatures, I will tell you of my injury received while on a squirrel hunting 'op'. I was in the bush, well camouflaged , still as Death when suddenly, NATURE CALLED. And I don't mean just unzipping and taking care of business, I mean, it was time to release the hostages, if you know what I mean! So I drop trou and backed up against a tree and squatted. The evacuation was going fine for the first 20 seconds or so, when suddenly, and without warning, I felt immense pain in numerous locations of my aft quadrant. Scraped by thorns? No. Butt spasms you say? No. It seems I had disturbed a pile of red ants at the base of the tree who had climbed up the tree to butt level and then mounted a surprise attack on my, er, 'flank'. I leaped from my position, pants down, with much slapping of my bare bottom and a LOT of cursing! As if that wasn't enough, my hunting partner picked that particular moment to come easing up the trail we were hunting on, thereby witnessing the spectacle and to this day, never letting me live this incident down!!!
So apparently, the squirrels had some sort of alliance with the ants. One more reason I hate 'Squirrely'. On a positive note, I fully recovered from my injuries, and 'butt' is doing fine. The injury to my pride, however, I will carry the rest of my days.