I've been feeding my neighbour's cats while he's been out hunting. Last night I realized he was back after I'd walked over. He was at the very end of loading a couple of hundred pounds of moosemeat into his freezer, and looked like something his cats had dragged in. His wife disagrees with his hobby, and is the cook in the house. She eats next to no red meat to begin with.
Up to now, I suspect he's never been a really successful hunter. His mid-life thing seems to be becoming a woodsman type. This time he killed an 800 pound bull moose. Bullwinkle, I think. I don't know if Rocky the Squirrel got away.
When she gets back, I can see the extended family doing well with moose being given away. We don't eat much meat either, so it won't be to us.
I think he's in a be careful what you wish for bind. Next up, serious cooking lessons.