When I was a kid my cousin killed one and ask our granny to cook it. She did. Granny was a good cook and could make rice cakes fittin to eat. She baked it in some cajun spices I remember because it dang sure smelled good. Granddaddy got home and wanted to know what smelled so good. Granny told him me and Boo shot a coon and she had cooked it. The look on his face said it all. So he took the baked coon out of the oven and went outside. Sat it on the ground and called up the dogs. The dogs came runnin and when they got to the coon they started sniffin it but none of the three dogs licked it or took a bite. My granddaddy then looked at my granny and said " if the dogs won't eat it I'm damn sure ain't!" He gave it to my uncle to use in crab traps.


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