I grew up in very rural NH. We hunted from the time I was old enough to lift a rifle. Deer, squirrel, rabbits, pheasant, just about anything you could cook. If we wanted meat on the table, you hunted. My grandmother always had a pot cooking on the wood stove and what ever I brought in got skinned, cleaned and added to the pot. We raised our own chickens and pigs and the occasional cow for food. Most were used for milking. Had our own gardens and canned everything unless it went into the root cellar. And hunted all year. But I actually think we ate better then, then we do today. Certainly more healthy. We were considered very poor by most standards, but we never went hungry.
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