I have an older brother who is a hillbilly. Not sure how that happened as the rest of us were pretty normal and we grew up in a pretty urban area. Anyway, he used to "trap". Had properties outside the city where he would set up traps to catch raccoons, muskrats, whatever the hell he could then skin and sell the pelts. Had a whole setup in the garage where he could stretch the pelts or whatever. There were times where he'd throw a possum, fox, whatever in the freezer to process or whatever later. I remember my mother being PISSED at him one time because he put a possum in the freezer that apparently wasn't dead. When she opened the freezer it had clawed it's way out of the bag it was in and was frozen solid hanging there, or sitting on the shelf, or whatever looking at her.
He's also the only person I know who has been sprayed by a skunk (multiple times) and once put his truck in a ditch because he hit a raccoon or something driving, stopped to get it and for whatever reason threw it up in the cab with him. It was only stunned and woke up. He had to beat it with an axe handle he kept next to his seat (for killing roadkill) and managed to go off the road in the brawl with whatever it was.
We think he was adopted.