An elderly man I used to work with said that during the depression and even after, when he was a kid, his family ate them and they are excellent. He said there were times when all of the local squirrels were gone and all they had to eat (meat) was groundhogs but they were better than squirrels and rabbits to eat.
While we lived in Minnesota, hubby’s sister and her family had a large “truck farm,” where they raised vegetables for sale to local markets. one of their side businesses was raccoon meat. They stopped by our farm one day to show us what they were taking to the ethnic markets in the Sin Twitties. The trunk of the car was full of frozen meats that looked like turkeys. Cleaned, skinned, and dressed. Frozen solid. I have no idea what their prices were.