My dad did, but he's pretty much the only person who did. I grew up eating a lot of squirrel stew and other wild meat ... i.e. turkey, goose, duck, venison, elk, etc.
My dad shot an elk at Jackson Hole, WY, on the day I was born. The rack is still at my grandparents' house.
I like wild meat and have no problem with people hunting, as long as the hunter eats the animal. What I don't like are people who just take the rack from a buck, or the paws and gallbladder from a bear, and leave the rest to rot. And poachers ... I don't like poachers.
Don't much like trapping, because it's such a painful way to die. That's just my personal opinion, though, and everyone is welcome to have their own opinion on the subject.
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