Walleye samitches are a big deal in Minnesota, they were always on the menu at Culver's (burger and frozen custard chain). It's not bad, either.
I always wondered how they got away with selling a game fish (it's pretty much illegal to sell fish you catch on a sportsman's fishing license - is what Kirk's suspicious vendor was getting at).
But apparently there's commercial fishing for walleye, at least in CanuckyFuckyLand, and that's where Culver's buys it.
As for the coons, that story makes a big deal of the raccoons being dead.
Believe me, you don't want to fuck with a live coon - they may look cuddly on TV, but a frightened coon will rip your tongue out and shit down your throat. They even hold their own against dogs (for a little while - the dogs always win in the end).
It's legal to kill them in Louisiana, subject to myriad restrictions (got to be .22 rimfire, single shot, in the daylight, standing on one leg, blah blah blah).
Once a pony time, as a teenager, I went with two other idiots to shoot some at night. One guy held the spotlight and I used the rifle, .22 magnum - still rimfire but way overkill for coons. It had a scope on it. All I could see was their eyes shining. I put the eyes in the center of the scope (couldn't see the crosshairs). I shot at thirteen, killed thirteen. Hit 12 between the eyes and the other in the throat.
We donated them to a local man who was very happy to get them. He put them into his freezer and considered himself well set up with meat for the rest of the winter. At $10 pound we would have been rich for a while, if anybody had had $10 to offer, which they didn't.
You might be surprised how well old goat sausages are able to stand up to the heat.