called on by provincial officials to trap beaver and clear away dams and control what can become a destructively overpopulated situation. >> carl: yeah. >> martin: ah, oui? >> anthony: hello, my little friend. >> martin: oh, that -- this is a young one. and those, uh, are -- are the one we want to eat. >> anthony: what would you compare the meat to? is there anything like it? >> martin: the -- that's the thing, you know. there's nothing -- nothing like it. you know, when you eat beaver, you understand that it's beaver. >> anthony: martin, along with an encyclopedic knowledge of fine wines and an inexplicable attachment to the music of celine dion, is a big believer in honoring history and tradition. if you still trap beavers, you should, if at all possible, cook them and eat them, not just strip them of their pelts. and as incredible as it might seem, you can cook beaver really, really well. beaver tail, on the other hand, is not actually beaver at all, rather a quick spoon bread-type thing that in our case goes