Personally smoked would be rattlesnake or racoon.
Got invited to a function years ago that turned out to be pretty weird as I found out after the fact. Long story, but here's the Reader's Digest version. I had a former friend, Keith, who invited me over for a 4th of July bash. He and I had a mutual friend who owned a few acres with a barn a few miles out of town that he (the owner) kept two horses on. This became sort of a hang out after work for quite a few, Keith being by far the most frequent user. Keith had a young son that he had gotten some rabbits for and he immediately moved those out to the barn. Keith also had gotten a black pot bellied pig named Nolan (after former Arkansas basketball coach Nolan Richardson) that he used to take with him to Razorback football games. You guessed it, Nolan also ended up residing at the barn. Then came a few turkeys, several ducks and a few chickens that Keith acquired. By now, you're getting an idea of what Keith has on the 4th of July's menu, at least some of it anyway. I only occasionally dropped by the barn, so I was completely unaware of what had transpired just prior to July 4. Since Keith and I were both hunters, I didn't really think a lot of there being game on the menu. The only hitch was I'd never known the guy to hunt rabbit or duck. I'm standing there with a sampler plate and inquired, then Keith informs me what the origins of dinner are. I dropped my plate in the nearest trash can, gathered up my wife and daughter (who REALLY hit the roof when they found out what they nearly ate) and left. I found out later from the landowner that he had asked Keith many times over a several month period to remove his livestock from his premises as he was feeling taken advantage of. Nolan had gotten huge by this point and was no longer attending Razorback games, so the landowner finally took him to a slaughterhouse, I guess to prove a point. Well, Keith's reaction was to stop by the barn late one night. He walked in, drank a beer with the couple of guys that were hanging out and then walks out back of the barn. He pulls out a 9mm and empties a 15 round magazine laying waste to all the critters, loads them up in the back of his truck and leaves. That was part of his menu for his bash. Never regretted ending that friendship. I tend to have a warped sense of humor, so after some time, I was at least able to find a small bit of humor in the situation.
