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I always thought a pole cat was a skunk. Remember Pepe le Pew. Le Pole Cat!

[b][color:#3333FF]Spotted Skunk is[/color][/b] usually mis-labeled as the pole cat...

Yeah, down here we call 'em pole or civet cats......

Edit!!!!

Least the ol' folks do..... Youngens dunno what we're talkin' about....

BN

id have to be starving to death to eat one of those oversized rats. i was trapping coons one time around my grandmas garden and caught a opossum. was gonna turn him loose but the ungrateful varment hissed at me showd me those teeth and i wasnt about to let him out alive. i went grabed my 22 rifle walked to the cage shot him. only opossum ive ever shot but that was the only one ive had act like that.

My Grandmother on my Father's side used to cook one "for my boys" (there were four of them plus four girls) along with the turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Someone would catch one and then they'd put it in a cage and feed it table scraps for several weeks as Rob p mentions to "clean it out." I was really young but as I remember, it was pretty greasy and sorta tasted like dark meat of guess what... a chicken. Really.

I and my brothers and sister were spending the night at my other Grandmother's house one Friday night and they would let us stay up late to watch the "Untouchables" or something like that. Anyhow I was sitting on one side of the den and out of the corner of my eye I caught motion between a chair and the couch. I started watching and sure enough "there's a rat!!!" going back and forth between the couch and the chair. Turns out it was a baby 'possum about the size of the one pictured above. A pair had gotten in a small hole in one of the eaves and had a litter. Well we caught that one and kept it for a while, let it hang by its tail on a finger, scare all the girls in the neighborhood, etc. and then turned it loose after a week or so. We all still laugh about that episode because our Grandmother was just mortified that she could have a 'possum in her house.

Heck we had possum whenwe were kids too.

Possum, armadillo, and frog.

Now we just eat frog.

but

We used knives to skin them.

Grampa said "When he sulls (plays dead), put your foot on his head, grab the tail and pop his neck." It works but I pop 'em with a .22.

I have cooked and eaten many things, but the possum I tried smelled like dead gizzard shad. I'm sure it was what he probably lived on that time of year. I tried one bite, haven't had the urge since. Marty

Growing up trapping I learned that no possum is truly dead until he relaxes or stretches. I knew this but shot one in a foot hold 9 times with a 22 rifle. I figured there was no way he could still be alive but he never relaxed. I cut the wire and threw him over my shoulder and off I went. Sumbitch came back to life and crawled up my jacket and was sitting on my shoulders when I noticed him. I beat that thing off every tree in the forest on my way home.

Another time I did the same thing with a red fox. You would be amazed at how fast a red fox can run with a 1 1/2 coil spring on his foot. Took me the better part of the day to chase him down.

That made me chuckle... thanks!

Never eaten possum, but I'll try damned near anything once. More if it's good. A buddy of mine once went out back to clean a brace of ducks he'd shot with me that morning. Found a 'possum with his face in the breast meat of the second mallard. Jim yells at the thing. 'Possum turned, bloody faced and snarled, then sort of jumped at Jim. Jim of course went inside and got his Buckmark, but by the time he went back outside the 'possum was halfway across the backyard with one of the ducks in its mouth. Jim said he let it walk that time (A+ for effort, and balls), but any other incidents would not be looked upon kindly, and would rate a death penalty.

BTW, am I the only one who thought that video was ridiculous? Talk about an impractical/improper tool for the job. Hell, a sharp edged rock would've done a better job in the half hour he took. Talk about a hatchet job!

That is the guy from 'dual survival', I believe. Y'know, the one whose partner goes around in the bush without shoes...

I used to get 2 dollars for each possum hide. The fur buyer told me they made tennis balls out of them. I never looked at a possum the same after that.

That's what we got for them too! We also sold them live for cancer research at the big UT lab here in the county. I think we got $5 each.

I've eaten them before. We used a bisquit dough on top of them when we baked them. It soaked up the excess grease and was discarded.

My great granddad would render the grease for his harness leather.

You should see him use an axe to do a squirrel!

Talking about a possum taking a duck. I was hunting from shore one day, and I had a couple ducks stuffed feet up in the snow keeping cool and a game warden walked up to me. He had a golden retriever that grabbed one of my ducks and ran off. I yelled at the warden that I wanted my duck back. The dog wouldn't give it back. He'd just run away. I told the warden if he didn't give me back my duck, I would have him arrested for hunting without a license. I never got my duck back.

lol. A guy I used to hunt with had his decoys stolen by a warden. Stolen off his own property! You can't make this stuff up.

if a crow won't eat one that leaves me out.would sooner eat a turd in a lettuce leave.