We can have fun with this thread. I won't share anything that will incriminate me. But as a teen I had a neighbor that went racoon hunting and he would sell the Pelts. He invited me along a few times. As an urbanite I Jumped at The invitations. He would skin and sell the furs , and he convinced me that racoon was good eatin'. One weekend. When my parents were away we went out. And quickly met the quota. The next day he showed his gratitude by presenting me with several skinned carcasses along with the "family" recipe. I followed it to the letter, and hated it! So now I have a fridge full of skinned animals that need disposal. Me and my crew of lower middle class deviants went to the uppity neighborhood a few blocks away. And posted these grotesque skinless animals on cars, porches and in mailboxes. Our night of Terror made the paper the next day ... a few days later said neighbor crowned me an assassin because I didn't hesitate when he insinuated that I put a dog that "wouldn't hunt right" down the old fashion way.