Good question; Robins are at least as yummy as Mourning Doves. Tradition is the probable answer. Makes you wonder who thought up Woodcock as a gamebird?...Geo
A few years back we were sitting around the camp drinking with some Cajuns from Bayou Lafourche. They were kidding one of the older members of the group about being on federal probation for shooting robins. He said that he just wanted to make robin gumbo like he used to have when he was a boy. He said that robins had a lump of yellow fat between the breasts that was "just delicious". He also said he was not going to shoot any more, because the federal judge promised him jail time if he got caught again. However, he did not seem to have truly repented, his eyes lit up when he was describing the taste of the fat.
