I once worked with a fellow that was from Indonesia and we became pretty good friends. He told me that he immigrated to Canada because he had gotten crossways in a political feud back home. His occupation there was a professional hunter, he hunted crocodiles for their skins. On one occasion, he and his partner were camped on a high spot near the river and during the night, the torrential monsoon rains started. Next morning they found themselves marooned on an island in the middle of a raging torrent, far from shore with no boat. The rains continued for three months as the monsoon rains do. He and his partner continued to take crocodiles and had everything they needed although their food supplies were running low so they ate crocodile. He told me that for the first while, crocodile tasted just like chicken but after three months, it just tasted like crocodile!