When I lived on the Palouse Prairie in Idaho, we used to while away the months after bird season by shooting coyotes and feral pigeons. The approved pigeon method was to go up to one of the many tin-roofed abandoned barns out in the wheat fields, surround it, then throw rocks. Out would fly the "blue rocks" into a fusilade. At first we just left them for the kyoodles (sort of a "circle of life" thing) but then we became ambitious and started cooking them. Very good if you skin them and steam the fat off (that's where the herbicides lurk) and then use for Mexican Mystery Meat fillings for enchiladas, tamale pie, etc. One time, however, I left a bag of 7 or 8 in my basement for a short while and came back an hour later to find my basement had been turned into a down-filled sleeping bag with my huge tabby barncat, the late and lamented Arnold S., in a coma in the corner. We left two years later and there were still pigeon feathers down there....Guess he liked "Mexican" as much as I do.
I have a cookbook (from Idaho) which has a coyote recipe, in case you are REALLY adventurous.
