I grew up in Louisiana and have hunted and eaten many creatures.
We have a saying there; "If it flies, walks, swims, or crawls, we will eat it."
I used to go with family to a 40,000 acre island inside the levees in NE Louisiana for deer hunting int he Winter and fishing in the Summer. It is called Davis Island, and was the plantation of Jefferson Davis, the president of the Confederacy. (side note, I'm no Secessionist, but the history is cool.
We had to take our 4 wheel drives onto barges that we would push with John boats across the oxbow lake/bayou left by the changing route of the Mississippi river, over to the island. Of course, the Winter in Lousiana at the river bank is ALWAYS wet and rainy and muddy. Only the most souped up 4WDs could make it up the bank.
One weekend when I was about 17-18, I volunteered to mount a horse and help rouse the deer towards people in tree stands. (I know now that some people find this to be non-sportive, but it is how we did it.)
We were down by the Mighty Mississip in a thicket of small trees growing in the sands left by a previous flood, when the rider to my right, out of view but probably 60-70 yards away from me, shot at a deer and then yelled, "It's coming your way!"
The young doe (we worked closely with the dept of Wildlife to maintain a healthy herd, no predators but us on this island, all though it was the home of the last remaining Eastern Red Wolf pack before a flood drove them from the island into populated ares where they were killed, I believe during the massive flood of the Winter of '72, which completely covered the island.) (side note: Holy Run-On Sentence Batman!) broke from the thicket coming towards me.
As my first time hunting from horse back, I then made a couple of grave mistakes. I dropped the reins in order to use both hands on my shotgun, and THEN, shot directly over the head of my horse!
I hit the young doe, but my horse was understandably spooked by this point.