Ever chow down on a baked possum or racoon that was older than Methuselah? You know you're in for it when the cook has to stop and empty the nearly overflowing baking dish of its "juices" approx 9 times during the cooking process....out of respect for those who haven't had dinner yet this evening, I will refrain from trying to describe the smell.
Young ones aren't too awful bad....but not too awful good either, unless you're starving and stranded somewhere. And you're only other option is to eat dirt. And you can't find any dirt.
