We have a gazillion grasshoppers infesting our

Australia we came into camp (which was simply a tarp attached to 4 poles in the ground covering our "kitchen". The camp cook, a fellow that let us know we would eat what he cooked or do without had a huge snake hanging from one of the poles. The thing had to be 6 feet long and easily as big around as your forarm.. It didn't have a head as I found out why later. We watched as he cut up the snake into 1 foot sections, cleaned it in a bucket (no idea where he got the water in the bucket).
He had a huge skillet maybe 18" around easily sitting on a fire. He sprinkled a bit of water in the pan and it spit it right back at him. He just grunted which I took as "it's ready". He rolled the foot long section of the snake in some cooking oil and sprinkled corn meal or some like powder on it and dropped the pieces in the pan. Almost immediately the pieces of snake raised up the front portion (or what I assumed would have been the head) and started going around the skillet like it was a race.
The snake moved around and would come to the edge of the skillet like it was going to jump out at us. Then it would do some jerking and start running around the skillet again. After the pieces turned a dark crispy brown he handed each of us a place with a foot long piece of snake on it. Even out of the skillet the pieces of snake quivered and wiggled a bit when I put a fork in it. The cook grunted and told us to "eat up boys, tastes just like chicken".
I ate some of the snake and just kept telling myself "it's just chicken". It was a white meat like fish of sorts. One of the hunters with me refused to eat it and one other one tried a mouthful before he walked out of camp. The cook told him to be careful that the snake's buddy was out there somewhere.
We all managed to eat some of the snake (all but one of us). It did have sort of a fish taste to it but I had to tell myself over and over "it's just chicken".

The next evening we had a large turtle of some sort. The cook told us he put the snake's head on a large treble hook and pitched it in a river a few hundred yards from camp. The turtle did taste a bit better as it didn't do the dance the snake did in the skillet. This was our kitchen.


This was our bathroom.

With thoughts of the snake's buddy being out there I made sure my bedroom (a tent) was zipped up good and tight each night.

Australia is a huge place, and a great place to hunt. We went over there to hunt those big water buffalo but I had taken 2 of them in another hunt a year or two before that so I hunted Australian varmints, which in this case was donkeys and not just your average little grey donkeys that you see everywhere. These guys were the size of a large horse. They told me to check the top of a large hill behind the camp as there were a lot of donkeys bedding down up there every evening. I decided to try it out. The camp guide told me to watch for a large white "donkey" as she was the leader of the herd and if I saw them to shoot her and the others would just mill around not knowing what to do.
I got up before dawn and headed up the hill, seeing donkey droppings as soon as I started up the hill. As I got to near the top of the hill I started hearing snorting and other donkey mumblings.
As I got to the flat top of the hill I stayed behind some heavy brush until I saw 8 or 10 of them get up and stretch just like people do in the mornings. Before I go any farther I should mention that these wild donkeys are considered varmints in Australia.
I soon spotted the big white mare and you could tell she was the leader. She would nip at the other donkeys, telling them to get their butts up. I had carried the 475 GNR with me for large animals like the Water Buffalo and such and it was perfect for the 600 pound or so donkeys.
After a few minutes of scrambling around I had a shot at the big white mare. I had loaded up some 375 grain LBT style bullets and put one right on the big mare's shoulder. At the shot all hell broke loose. She screamed and went down as the other donkeys went crazy. Not having a leader they just ran in all directions. I took several more donkeys before one of them, probably the second in command, started down the other side of the hill and the rest followed her. All in all I had taken 5 or 6 of the big donkeys. They were a stinking nasty animal and I wouldn't suggest anyone taking less than a 475 GNR or hot loaded 45-70 for these critters.
It was a good hunt and I would go again if they hadn't outlawed handguns in Australia, but for those that hunt with rifles give it a try. You won't regret it.
My donkeys, including the big white mare...and several more.