Picky? I wrote the book on that. I am not a fan of gamy tasting anything, and my mom was terrified of trichinosis. Which with wild boar, I would certainly be --- anything wild for that matter. Well done, please.
Throw in a trip to Savannah and you'll officially have a themed vacation -- it sounds like a good time. I've never spent much time in that part of the country but I'd like too. Visiting the birthplace of aviation certainly has a strong appeal. Up until recently though, any time we were heading that direction it was usually on its way to Florida to spend time with family. However, all but my brother on the gulf coast, and my wife aunt on the east have moved back north, or gone to their eternal reward.
The only appreciable time I spent there it was under far less 'fun' circumstances and I remember it being quite cold this time of year. Slackin' Jaxon' -- Ft. Jackson -- about 2 1/2 hours inland, and way too far to go when I was there as a trainee. You don't get to leave the base anyway during those weeks. I was training at about this time of year ... Got there just before Thanksgiving and was allowed to come home for Christmas. What I remember most was that morning PT was frosty cold, but after a few minutes

--- And, the marches to the ranges were miserably muddy with that famous red clay.
Your trip sounds more fun.
That is not to say my time there was bad. I most especially remember "Victory Tower" and, of course, basic marksmanship training.
The tower is a training exercise, teaching technical skills of use of 1, 2 and 3 rope bridges followed by a climb to the top of a 40 foot tower where you rope-swing over a hold in the floor, then repel down the side. 40 foot doesn't sound like much but it looks a lot higher when you're on the top. I wasn't bothered by it much, but there was a few in my platoon that had serious fear of heights.
This was also an interesting day because when you start the repel, you drop your feet down the side of the tower and catch a 2x4 ledge (narrow side) with your toes then 'lean back' on the rope before you repel. The DI's who have been screaming at you for 2 weeks or so suddenly just for a brief moment turn human, gently but firmly giving you instructions in a speaking voice. Until you dally, then it gets progressively louder.
I remember most when your boots hit the ground, a feeling of euphoria that I've only ever felt one of the time in my life, and that was the touchdown on my first solo flight in a Cessna 172. Both times got a 'yahoo' yell that came from my toes! Unfortunately, the army only lets you do it once --- I would have loved to go for a second trip. The afternoon was not as exciting -- it was radio procedure day. Being a HAM radio operator already, it was terribly boring in comparison.
Marksman ship training was also fun as you'd expect. I'll just say on day 1 I shot 0 for 10 -- I couldn't hit the side of a barn. Day 5 I shot 38/40. I scored points when the Captain asked "Private, Your first day was horrible - how did you do so well today?" -- I said "Sir, I simply did what the Drill Instructor told me to do. Sir." An answer that proved to be wise beyond my years, though accurate. I had never even held a gun before that time.
Fun times. Thanks for the memories.