Have you ever eaten roadkill? I mean, seriously. I have. In fact, I started eating roadkill long before it was cool.
It all began as a semi-starving college student in the mid-1970s, when I was trying to make ends meet while carrying a more-than-full class load, working two part-time jobs, and playing ball for a school, Sacramento State, that at the time did not give athletic scholarships. In what spare time I had you’d find me out hunting or fishing on a shoestring, hoping to add some inexpensive protein to the larder. My then-girlfriend still tells stories of my trying to poison her with squirrels and rabbits, along with some waterfowl and pheasants, rainbow trout and river king salmon.
So, one day, as
