LoL.
That reminded me of the time when I was 11 or 12 and went camping with my best friend. Well actually, we ran away from home to “live off the land”.
My buddy brought his dads shotgun and as night fell and we started getting hungry and an unfortunate little Cardinal landed nearby. He blasted the crap out of it. We proceeded to cook and eat whatever meat we could recover. We weren’t real bright. Went fishing the next day and caught plenty of food.
Sometime late on the second day we spent most of our time trying to camouflage our campsite from the helicopters that were circling overhead.
Interesting story. Tell us more. How long did you hold out?