Originally Posted by Justin Brown
I finally hit the ground and get my flashlight out and shine it where the noise was coming from and its a damn emu about 10 yards from me.


When I was about 6 years old I was at home with my mom and I remember my dad came busting through the door and running for his bedroom. He quickly came back out shucking shells into his old Remington 1100 as he was walking back out the door. About a half hour later he and my uncle showed back up with a dead emu in the back of the truck. Apparently a few had escaped from someones pen and they just said shoot on sight. Well my dad and uncle strung this thing up in the door of our shop and butchered it. I can still remember dad sitting a plate of what looked like sauced up pulled pork on the table and calling it "EMUbecue".