My father wasn't much of an outdoorsman, but he did go through a hunting phase one season with some buddies of his. One Saturday, he came home with a mess of scrawny squirrels which he incorporated into a stew. Being the 8-year-old kid I was, I thought it was the most delicious stuff I'd ever eaten. My Dad, the squirrel-slayer.
 
 

 
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