Last week I went on a hunting trip with Kevin, and I shot and killed my first animal. It was a squirrel.
I know: that’s not very impressive. I’m sure most boys who grow up in the country have done this by age ten. And I know: you think squirrel is something that only hillbillies or starving back-country adventurers eat. Actually it’s pretty tasty.
Once skinned, gutted, and cleaned, the squirrel carcass looked very much like a tiny rabbit. The meat was shockingly dark. I thought that a small critter with such rapid, twitching movements would have light meat.
The cleaned carcass:
I divided the squirrel that same way I would a rabbit: into forequarters, a saddle, and hindquarters.
