I’ve eaten plenty of squirrel in my time and it’s funny how many folks believe the feisty tree rats should taste bad. This visitor from Scotland changed his preconceived notions about more than just squirrel meat.

It was my third day on the ranch in Oklahoma where I am preparing for my Alaskan adventure, and Chuck, my host, had sent me out to get some squirrel for lunch. Rather than a trip to the local store, going out to get lunch in this part of the world entails a lone journey into the woods armed with a shotgun larger than I have ever encountered in the cosy wilds of Scotland. Given that I will be surviving to a large extent on meat that I have shot myself, and won’t be able to be too fussy about what I am eating, I regarded both the gathering and the eating of this grizzly meal – somewhat reluctantly – as preparation.
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Everyone has given me an incredibly warm welcome in this strange, extreme part of the world.

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