Debbie, if you did hit it, at least you'd have dinner! ;-) The late Dick Proenneke sometimes ate porcupine while living in his Alaskan wilderness cabin for nearly 30 years. They had a tendency to gnaw on his cabin and woodshed, causing much damage. He live-trapped and deported most of them to the opposite side of the lake, but he wasn't above eating a young, tender one. He was especially fond of the liver, comparing it to seal liver. During a visit with Dick one summer in the mid-seventies, he wrote in his journal that his brother, upon trying porcupine for the first time, couldn't decide if it tasted more like Iowa rabbit or Iowa squirrel. The brothers grew-up in depression-era rural Iowa in a large family. Folks weren't so picky about where their dinner came from in those days. Meat was sometimes a luxury. On Sat, Mar 30, 2013 at 1:01 PM, Debbie <astrodeb@beyondbb.com> wrote:
We almost hit a porcupine one year traveling back to Duck Creek Village a few years ago.