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Michigan. | I was brought up to eat everything but varmints if they were killed.
The cousins had us hunting in South Africa, and I whacked a Zebra. To the disgust of my cousin and his wife, I had the camp cook make up the preferred Zulu dish with Zebra.
Ya can't stick a fork in the Gravy, it tastes like Boiled Liver that was left in the sun on a highway for a week, and in general was horrible.
I ain't too fond of Fruit bat either, but it beats eating bugs.
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