"Not a lick." He thought back as far as he could. He grew up a city boy. Well read and excelling in both academics and sports, but never anything like hunting. The army was the first time he'd held a gun. Right about now, his life skills didn't seem very useful in this situation.

"But I can boil whatever you catch to beat hell until it tastes like mama's finest." They didn't seem to have any herbs or spices to make it presentable, but he could make it edible.