My mother grew up on a potato farm in Wendell ID, this was back around 1906 (she was in her 40's when I was born). She used to have pictures of a rabbit drive, with the dead rabbit's piled up against a fence like a brown snow drift. I used to bring home all sorts of game when I was a kid, squirrels, pheasants, ground hogs... It didn't matter as long as I cleaned it she'd cook it for dinner. Except for rabbits, she considered rabbits to be vermin and told me under no circumstances was I to ever bring one home. My hunting buddies got any rabbits I shot.
Steve
