A few things that have come to mind from this thread:
I had a classmate in HS whose father told him that, if a deer jumps out in front of him on the road, that he is to hit the deer, that the father would pay for any damage to the car. It unnerved his friends when he'd accelerate towards a deer in the road. The father's reasoning was that he wanted the venison (In WI, if you hit a deer, regardless of the season, you're allowed to keep the meat).
One of my twin uncles would go out every morning of squirrel hunting season and get his daily bag limit. He'd clean them, then bring them to my grandmother, who would cook & freeze them for him He liked the taste of squirrel (I never tried it, and my grandmother didn't care for it, either).
The other twin uncle was a game warden with the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources. When he first started with them, he'd go on patrol in the wooded areas of Northern Wisconsin. He would run across groups/camps of Posse Comitatus. They, of course, didn't recognize his authority, him being a state level law enforcement agent. So he would behave like a normal person, and simply be friendly and not comment on their activities. They'd return the favor, and would sometimes invite him to eat with them. At my dad's 4th wedding reception, we (the men) were all standing around drinking beer & telling stories, and he mentioned how he'd eaten all kinds of wildlife because of these run-ins with people in the woods. He started listing animals, raccoon, muskrat, 'possum, squirrel, etc. Then he said, "I've even eaten beaver!" Yeah, we all laughed at that. Once things settled down, he added, "it tasted kinda gamey."