One englishman, Henry Blake, hired onto a dairy not too far west of Fort Union NM in the late 1850’s. So he got a job with a trading caravan going to Santa Fe on the old Santa Fe Trail. Along the way they shot and ate a prairie dog that he stated was pretty delicious.
A few days later he shot "a nice fat" prairie dog for their evening meal. As he skinned it he described how nice a fat and delicious the animal looked. So he cut off a piece of raw fat for a treat and popped it in his mouth.


He went on to explain that it was by far the most vilest thing he had ever put into his mouth and it was days before he could get the taste out of his mouth!

Last edited by kaywoodie; 11/19/19.
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"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

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