My pop got me a BB gun when I was like 10 or 11, and outside of cans, I’d shoot things like little lizards and frogs. My daddy saw this and was like

you know if you kill an animal you gotta eat it. Well, I wasn’t thinking and shot a bird, found that little thing and asked my pop to help me skin it so we could cook it. Man, he told me to throw that thing in the trash so fast, and then told me to stop shooting at little animals lol.
My folks country also. When I was in school, I used to hit up my grandparents house on Monday’s and Tuesday’s. Monday’s they eat fish with the bones in them, and on Tuesday’s my grandpa would cook a thing of pig feet and Lima beans. I loved that stuff