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Like Scout's great uncle, my grandpa was a big fan of squirrel brains. When he got too old to hunt I was in my late teens and I'd go shoot a few squirrels for grandma to cook. The heads were the first thing that grandpa went for. He'd crack them, and I think he used a spoon to get the brains out. I loved him enough to get squirrels for him, but I was a picky teenager and eating brains was WAY out of my area of interest, and I don't think I ever watched him eat them. I'd look the other way while chewing on my squirrel leg. I'm glad someone brought this up, because it floods me with good memories.
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