When I was a kid, my father (who has since passed away) used to go hunting with a shotgun, especially capybara, since it was good meat and served for several meals. But one time, he injured a female capybara and when my father found her, the animal made such a screech to defend itself that its stress and nerves transferred to the meat and it had a different taste, as well as a disgusting smell. From there, he switched to the bow and arrow and in the stillness of the lakes he hunted for fish. Thanks for making me remember this.
