Floating down to Camelot

Mayhap. But I worked with a bloke whose son continually brought home the roadkill (mainly muntjac deer) that he hit at night while driving along the Essex country roads. He used to hang and butcher them, too. (Shootin' an' fishin' family - plus the huntin' girlfriend, with whom I used to ride.) They always figured what other people didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and it's a shame to waste the meat.