My grandfather hunted, and I saw them hanging in the garage...no way I would eat that.
Same with deer, lol I remember the hell he caught from my grandma for not locking the garage door and my sister and I walked in on that poor headless deer hanging upside down while his head was in a huge basin on the workbench, we screamed and ran better than any scary movie preformance....my moms family always ate that wild game, duck, deer, moose, and fish from numerous fishing trips. I remember proclaiming loudly when i was about 6 that "the beef had gone bad" at a family dinner, it was venison stew....lol couldnt even fool me back then:P