You two backwoods gourmets. I love smoking and jerking game meat and game fish.
My Grandmother and Grandfather went up to his farm in Kenya in the very early 1900's on an Ox- waggon, no refrigerators then, and she gave us her recipe for Biltong or what you guys call Jerky. Love that stuff.
Yes Stan, as kids my cousins and I hunted game and game birds up on the ranch, but always with the proviso that what we shot we ate.
As for game trophies, my favorite was the rhino horn door stop which my grandparents always called Harry's stop. Turned out that my grandmother who came from a fairly well to do family in Ireland went back for her first baby, my Dad Harrold. She came back with a Silver Cross pram for him when she returned. That it appears was a Rolls Royce of prams and used by royalty. There was a little boy who was employed to push my dad around on walks in this rather fine vehicle. One day he was out walking my dad when a Rhino, used to be quite a few around on the place in those days, decided to charge them. The kid took my dad and went up a tree so the pram sadly was attacked. Grandad was pretty upset, took his 400 express and went and found the Rhino who apparently was immediately identifiable by the pram wheel he had stuck on his horn. Neither the pram nor Rhino survived the incident. ( Nope don't think he was eaten.)