stm1957
NotMy1stRodeo
In my youth I spent a couple of long weekends each summer at a good sized lake out near Devils Tower. It was a big ole puddle in the middle of the Wyoming prairie, and it was rife with Western Diamondbacks. So much so that the marina there had a bounty on their rattles. 40 cents per rattle segment including the end button. Didn't take much searching to dispatch snakes worth 20 or 30 dollars of bounty. All the marina wanted was just the rattles which they kept in a large 5 gallon jar on the front counter.
Needless to say we sometimes had a lot of snake carcasses, so usually at least once each trip we had a "snake fry". Certainly wasn't really the main course, but everyone would at least try a piece or two. I remember being told the first time that it tastes like chicken... but then everything that wasn't beef or pork in those days supposedly tasted like chicken. Makes sense though because it was seasoned like chicken and cooked like chicken. It wasn't all that great, but it was certainly palatable.
The first time I ate a raw oyster as a kid, was far more challenging. :bad:
Needless to say we sometimes had a lot of snake carcasses, so usually at least once each trip we had a "snake fry". Certainly wasn't really the main course, but everyone would at least try a piece or two. I remember being told the first time that it tastes like chicken... but then everything that wasn't beef or pork in those days supposedly tasted like chicken. Makes sense though because it was seasoned like chicken and cooked like chicken. It wasn't all that great, but it was certainly palatable.
The first time I ate a raw oyster as a kid, was far more challenging. :bad:
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