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i've heard a story before from someone that had some old country relatives and commonly cooked 'coons and one day a buddy came in while they were out and a coon was "roasting" and when it was finished it he gladdly helped himself to it. The guys came back and informed him it was a skunk they were cooking the fat of off(why you'd do that i don't know) his remark "it did seem a little stringy"
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