I know a guy who married into a family way, way in the muskeg swamps of the far, far north of Minnesota, my home state. The first Thanksgiving he accompanied his new wife home for the Great Feast. The main course was roast beaver. Unfortunately, I can't supply you with the receipe.
Will return later with practical receipe.
My dad once told me about going to a dinner where possum was served. Everyone else loved it until they found out what it was.