I don't hunt
I too, do not hunt. But, I fish and it's a life form. While I usually return them to the environment, some times the damage is too great to allow its survival. So, who's to judge? Anyway, the rest of my post has to do with a secret method for utilizing deceased animals to obtain the maximum enjoyment to please the appetites of those that are bent on cleaning up the environment and depriving crows and sea gulls of additional sustenance:
Now that the thread has opened up to new ideas regarding animal cadavers and their use as food commodities, I want to demonstrate my knowledge of tire vs deceased animals results.
As Marc knows, I am knowledgeable about the use of studded snow tires as a quick skinning method for critters. Of course, that only works on fresh road kills. If they have had sufficient time to adhere to the road, it’s possible that you will just smoke the hair off, say a deceased woodchuck, or bore a hole in it without flipping it. What follows is a little known secret that will allow you create a culinary delight that will impress your family and friends.
During my tenure in the USN, we had a problem with pigeons in the hangar depositing their well-known substance on the aircraft in our hangar. The Captain decided to poison them. So during morning muster, it was not unusual to see one or two of this poor excuse for a bird, do a swan dive from the rafters. The corpse(s) would stay around on the hangar floor because nobody wanted to touch them. As we moved approx. 20+ aircraft from the hangar, it became a daily ritual by the crew to see if they could place the hard rubber wheels of the tow vehicle (20, 000 lbs+) or the rear wheel of the 17,000lb aircraft on their prey. They did bats, horseshoe crabs (we were right on the ocean), blowfish, even an occasional expired sea gull. After a day’s worth of traffic, the specimens could grow to the size of a doormat. Great Taco beginnings. Even the bats would grow to the size of a Frisbee. Great for piecrust. The fish presented another problem. Kind of a “Revenge of the Dead” thing. Because they are so compact and oval and slimy, it was difficult to get a good set with the tire. They would fire out from under the wheel like a projectile that could easily knock a brick loose or break a window, or worse, injure an “innocent” bystander. They usually modified the fish slightly, with a large vise from the machine shop, to get it to stay put long enough to begin the process of altering its contour. So, with enough weight and a good composite rubber wheel, the possibilities are endless. Cookies (use a very sharp cutter), fajitas, crepes, etc., anything requiring a thin shell. The materials that build up around the edges could make an excellent filling for something like Poor Man Pirogues, or your favorite stuffed shells. Pinking shears are an excellent tool for shaping the edges and provide a good pattern for crimping and containing the filler of your choice. As with any fowl, you may still have to pull pinfeathers. The wind will usually remove the fluffy ones. So if you work in a place where they have a large forklift, you can gather up your road kill or if you are a hiker, those gems that litter the path or lake shore and spend the morning tenderizing your game. Just be sure to bring a bucket and mop to conceal your secret processing. Once the word got out amongst your co-workers, it will be next to impossible to schedule your time on the forklift due to its continued occupancy. Bona Petit!!
I have nothing against hunting - but EAT it! I love to pheasant hunt. I love to eat pheasant. And if you've ever seen me shoot - it's VERY sporting to the pheasant. 
Several years ago I got fired because I asked a senior manager, who had several of us over for dinner and was bragging about his trophies, what he used to kill the stuffed bear he had in his "trophy room". He rattled off some kind of rifle... I say, "Wow - that's really sporting. If you REALLY want to be a hunter, try giving the poor thing a sporting chance next time and use a knife. Now THAT will impress me." Well, the next Monday I was told my services were no longer needed. Fine by me.... 
