A few years back a buddy and I were hunting Barrett and we were bored as heck.. no action at all, not even the ol' Barrett ruddies were flying. Then some coots start passing by and my buddy dares me to take one down. Somehow I managed to drop 2 on 1 shot as they were landing in our spread.. so we called it the infamous "coot shoot" day. Kept us entertained the rest of the slow morning! (We dropped some ruddies too just to get some action.) I didn't want to waste it so I took 'em home to eat.. and oh man. They stunk so bad while cooking my wife asked if a skunk sprayed in the yard. "Nope, just the coots honey." Haha. They ended up tasting like liver marinated in mud and fish essence. Pretty nasty, but still gives us a good laugh.