Nothing says Arkansas like a world championship squirrel cook off! Aaron took Corbin to soccer on Saturday morning and the rest of the children and I hit up this bit of creepy southern greatness. 
Quincy was afraid to stand in front of the wall O' taxidermy tree rats. "I don't trust those things, they look like stuffies but you can't tell if they're actually alive." Good point, Quincy.
You don't have to go all the way to NYC for good people watching. Plenty of prime candidates right here, folks.
Notice the squirrel tail fashion statements.
Yeah, that's a real person. These people are serious about their love for squirrels.
Lots of camouflage and razorback red going on up in here.
Suns out, guns out.
There was a covered wagon for the girls to climb on. I told them if they'd been pioneers they'd be eating squirrel every day. They were grateful for our car.
Squirrel tacos and squirrel enchiladas. "You don't need teeth to eat our meat!"
Italian Squirrel with anchovies, stinky cheese and Greek olives. I think they're method was to just mask the squirrel taste with even more potent flavors.
Two hens and a bacon wrapped squirrel roasting on a spit.
We sampled the squirrel soup. It tasted like turkey noodle soup but gamey. Soren loved it. Quincy had 2 bites, Reese had one...and only because I made her. We agreed that it actually wasn't terrible. We also agreed that we are thankful for our pork, chicken, salmon, and beef supply.
And while I think squirrel was not something I would choose to eat again, I also think it's awfully resourceful that people DO eat it. Like deer, squirrels are a nuisance and they're everywhere, and they're free. More power to the hungry thrifty hunters, I say.
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Not going to lie. I power gagged.
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