I made this Hemingway image back in the fall. Yes the quote about hunting men is creepy indeed. I did enjoy his novels though.
When I was a kid I lived in a forest, so I hunted. My buddy French used to bring his .410 shotgun out on some of his visits. We'd have to sneak it past my mother, and we'd head out deep into the woods. There was an old abandoned house, and barn out there, and they were full of doves, and pigeons. We'd also see the occasional rabbit, or partridge.
One day French started popping a few rounds off, and he was nailing doves, and pigeons. One fell really close to his feet. He picked it up and spun it around by the head the body fell to the ground, and he tossed the head into some weeds. French picked it up and deftly pulled out the two breasts. He started a fire, and had me repeat the procedure a few more times. French used an old cast iron pan to fry up about a dozen little dove breasts. He had also brought what we called Lebanese Bread (sort of like pita bread). We stuffed the bread full and had a nice hot meal. I looked over a French, and he said: "damn I was hungry".