Yum,canned donkey.

Somewhat related story. All related to me first hand, while I was a young airman out r. Ellis AFB. Basically an old veteran telling his stories to his young veteran nephew.

My great uncle was a flying sergeant in WWII, pacific theater. He served as an artillery observer, flying a cub above active artillery zones.

He comes home, gets a good job in the boom town of Las Vegas. He and a buddy keep a small shared aircraft at a local air strip.

Anyhow, when they wanted to have a neighborhood BBQ, they would fly out to the desert and look for either a wild cow, wild horse, or - his favorite - a wild donkey. When they found one close enough to a spot they could set the airplane down, they would fly low and slow, and the co pilot would shotgun one out the window. Then they would land, and skin it, load it up and fly back and do a whole “hog/not hog” BBQ.

In his words, “some fine eating”
 
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