You know, last night I thought to myself that if things ever hit the fan, the very first thing I’ll do is send my husband out in the yard to harvest every squirrel he sees. We are overrun with them here.
I’ve never eaten one, but if things get ugly I’ll give it a go. I’ve heard they aren’t bad.
Squirrel is actually quite good. Pan-fried and then simmered in a nice rich gravy ‘til it’s falling off the bone, it’ll really melt in your mouth.
As others have said, watch out for the buckshot. Chew squirrel easy. It’s good fried or boiled like chicken and dumplings. I grew up on squirrel, frog legs, various birds, fish from the river and rattlesnake. Oh, do I remember the time Grandpa brought a mess of frogs up from the cattle tank. My world revolved around him so I ran out door in a rush with my hair flying and swarm of wasps attacked my head. Granny was the fisherman. Once, there was a steady rain so she had on a big slicker. The fish were biting that day and it was all she could do to stuff her pockets with fish to bring them to the house and go back out again and again. She could cook up a spread just like Miss Kay. The show takes me back to those days.
It’s a good thing Phil didn’t see me when the (now inside) cat brought me a present. A live snake dumped in the middle of the livingroom floor. I didn’t dare shoot it so beat the thing to death with granny’s (mine now) old cast iron skillet. Paddle, skillet, whatever it takes.
They're not bad at all. I used to hunt squirrels and bring them home and eat them.
But then I've eaten a lot of crawdad tails too.