Fatback and gravy biscuits. Served at every meal with squirrel or rabbit. Father and his brother both became expert shots before the war. One shot ... One kill. Dogs were not discussed.
All that subsistence hunting made my father a crack shot, so good he spent WWII in the states instructing other grunts in marksmanship.
He never claimed hero status but maIntained that he was in uniform and under orders and was never consulted by the army as to where he should serve.