Yes, Clapper Rails.
I went 50 straight the year of Katrina, on Assateague Island.
Hence the nickname I was bestowed.
They are a waste of shells.

As tablefare, like any shallow, warm, muddy, saltwater marsh dwelling critter, they, ahem, "Taste like the sea".

If you ever get a chance to be polled around near Morristown, NJ, take it. It's very pleasant. Very old timey. Perfect for small bore shooting.

Out there doing it best I can.