https://www.kentuckyhunting.net/threads/is-possom-one-thing-even-a-coyote-wont-eat.1296/
Like the song says, country boys can survive.
During the great depression people used what they had, money was scarce. Small game like possum were utilized in many rural areas as a food source. Those was hard times, my father remembers hunting and eating them. Ammo was expensive if it could even be found at the general store, the common possum was easy to catch. Dad, like many people of that time, had a dog trained to hunt possums. After the dog treed, it was just a matter of climbing the tree and dispatching the critter. Seldom was a shot needed to retrieve the quarry, most of the time the marsupial would just sulk up and play dead when tapped with a stick. After a successful night, the animals were skinned for their hides, his mother would then take over. Cooked wrong and they are quite greasy. To make the varmints palatable, Granny would use a double broiler (the type used for home canning). A layer of dry oats were scattered in the bottom of the broiler. The seasoned, whole, cleaned possum was laid on the canning screen above the oats. The lid was put on the pan and into the old wood burning cook stove it would go. As the meal was roasting in the oven, the fat would drip down into the oats and be captured. When done, the oats were fed to the hogs, the meat was fed to the family. Yuummmmm! Baked possum and fried taters.
And they say those were the good ol’ days, Big Mac anyone?