Last Update: 3/26/2016

Eating Roadkill Rabbit Down by the River

You'll be eating plenty of roadkill rabbit when you’re living in a van down by the river. Vanholio knows: I am, I do.

OK, I’m a fucking liar. I’m actually camped by a small lake. And I just ate roadkill rabbit for the first time last night. It was better than pussy! Tasted like turkey!

Here’s the thing: Vanholio needs to save dinero on dinners. And he wants to help out the earth. You know, that whole Global Warming thing. Foraging kills two birds with one stone.

Now, another vandweller might start by pussyfooting around. Say, start by picking wild berries. But Vanholio always dives in dick first!

I’ve been seeing lots of roadkill in Colorado this last week. So I looked up some basics on how to eat roadkill. There’s some laws to know about roadkill cuisine, too.

Then yesterday morning, I picked up my first roadkill rabbit. He was barely stiff, a bit warm, had clear eyes and fleas, and looked to have been killed by a head injury. He weren’t pulped neither.

After butchering, I spiced and wrapped him in foil with potato and onion pieces. Then I baked him about three hours in my RoadPro Stove. Perfection!

RoadPro Stove Cooks Anything
... Even Roadkill Rabbit!

Las Chihuahuas – Ms. Barkley and The Gimp – loved that baked rabbit, too! Yum, yum, yum!

Oh, yeah. While the rabbit was cooking, I called the local Colorado game warden. Turns out I shoulda called him first to inspect the rabbit and issue me a tag. But the warden didn’t hassle me, decided I was working in good faith. Next time I’ll do it right.

I’m hoping to find a damned deer or elk soon. Then I’ll be making enough jerky to last months!

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