Once when I was 4, my dad and I watched some hunters walk a field, they didn't think there was any rabbits, but we saw some running behind the hunters. After they left, my dad shot one with a .22. He fried it up and I was so excited. It was and old rabbit and really tough. I sat at the table chewing one piece of meat for a half hour. My dad finally noticed and told me to spit it out. It took me an hour to finish the rabbit, but it was the best thing I'd ever had.

As we would be processing the deer, the heart and liver would be cooking on the stove in an iron skillet.

Another favorite is squirrel stew. One squirrel, add some of everything else you have plus a little spice. Put in a crock pot on low and come back in 6 or 8 hours.

Ground-up back strap and gravy over Hot Corn bread and grits, then off to the Barn and start Milking the Cows.

Back in the late 50's, we only had canned milk in camp.
My dad would cut loin up in half dollar sized discs, roll them in flour and brown them. He then made a gravy in the bottom of a cast iron pot, returned the meat, covered to pot and simmered until the biscuits got done.
Fries and pork 'n beans completed the meal. I'm not so sure that helping grampa clean up after the meal wasn't just as much fun! LOL!

My favorite had to be any jerky from wild game but for a meal I would have to say pheasant and dumplings.

Pan fried deer cubed steak, mashed potatoes, black eyed peas, biscuits, and the absolute best homemade gravy. Probably still my favorite. Brings back a lot of memories of deer camp when I was a kid.

never ate wild game as a kid...dad didnt do any hunting around the house, all of his expeditions were on sheep hunts, a brown bear hunt, and he went to Africa for a plains game safari. so i never started eating wild game until i was older. mom doesnt like the taste of wild animals for some reason, so she rarely cooks the stuff.

my favorite game recipe now is my venison chili i make on occasion. i wont share any secrets, but it took quite a few batches of experimentation before i got it perfect.

Scratch,
I make some venison chili that even my anti-hunter relative bambi huggers will come back for seconds.

My brothers and I went out and caught around 50 large bull frogs when I was in my teens. We had a hook and fly on the end of our fishing rods. We walked the lake shore line. If you got that fly within four feet in front of the frog he would go after it and eat it.

My mother cooked around hundred frog’s legs and they were the best wild thing I ever tasted in my life. I have no idea how my mother made them. I regret I never asked her when she was alive.