If it's any consolation, I think I've got both you gentlemen beat.
My Grandma had a gentleman caller who once avidly described to me his patent-pending method of shooting, killing, and CROCK POT-ING a BEAVER on his property.
He emphasized that the PAWS were "the best part," -- "GOOOOD EATIN'," he said, licking his chops.
I was utterly horrfied (HOW DO YOU EVEN FIT A BEAVER IN A CROCK POT???!!!)
I'm just a simple girl from the suburbs -- this was way more than my gastronomical system could even handle thinking about.