Our sportsmen's club had a wild game feed where I tried timber wolf and mountain lion. Didn't like either one. The timber wolf was especially nasty. Had some fish head soup my mother in law made once. I could live without that too. About the only thing I've heard anyone mention that I really like is pickled pigs feet. I don't like tongue, heart, or liver from any animal. They all taste like blood to me.

More and more when I go anywhere I find myself keeping track of where the nearest rest room is.