My Dad told me a story once about actually eating an owl. He and two of his brothers were in deer camp in southwest Arkansas where they lived. Deer camp consisted of camping out in a tar paper tent they'd made by wrapping a few layers of tar paper around the bases of some trees they'd trimmed the limbs off of and topping that off with an old tarp. when it was done they just cut a hole for a door and that was camp. They'd only taken flour and grease for food and were depending on killing something. anything. Dad said they never saw so much as a squirrel in that camp let alone a deer. Finally on the second day without eating they shot an owl, cleaned it and ate it. He said it was very stringy and tasted horrible. Dad was about 16 so that would have made it around 1949.

BKB