A ranger was out on patrol and found a man who had shot down a loon. He stopped him and said, “Sir, loons are a protected species. You can’t hunt them; I’m going to have to take you in.”

The man apologized. “Sir, I’ve lived out here all on my own for forty years; I’ve hunted and foraged for my own food and been totally self-reliant. I didn’t know, and I need to eat to survive.”

The ranger felt bad for the man, and decided to let him off with a warning. “But I guess I’m kind of curious,” he said. “What does loon taste like?”

The man thought for a while, and said, “Tastes a lot like bald eagle.”