The Story of the Emu
Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:16 amI guess it's been a while, so here it is.
The neighbor had two emus. They were kicking the crap out of his goats and dogs, terrorizing the kids, and generally just causing problems. They kept kicking out of the fence, and finally he decided to stop looking for them. Good riddance, he figured. But then, after a couple months, he got tired of the Sheriff's office and Animal Control calling him every time somebody saw them. Animal Control said they were going to bring a trap roughly the size of a car trailer, and he wasn't pleased about the bill he would most likely get for this. I asked him if he cared if I shot them, if I could find them. He was overjoyed about this prospect and said he'd help. We heard stories from a hunting camp (just a bunch of trailers) back in the woods that people had seen one emu on the trail cams, so that's where we planned to try it. After exhaustive research, it was determined that an empty 5-gallon bucket is the best emu call. Just tap on it like a drum. And wear bright colors, because they're attracted to colorful things. Maybe all emus have ADD, I don't know. Couldn't decide what gun/rifle/round/shells to use, and settled on my .35. It's killed everything else, why not an emu.
So we set up amongst those trailers at the empty hunting camp. We still weren't sure it was 100% legal, but as there was no emu season, we figured the hell with it. He was tapping on the bucket, and within 5 minutes one emu came walking into the camp from the woods. We had to move around a bit, so I didn't blow a hole in someone's trailer, but the emu wasn't the brightest. I finally got my buddy to stop beating on the bucket, the emu stopped, and the rest is history. If I would have let the video go another 20 seconds, you would have got to see my buddy frantically flailing to get away from the shot emu as it started kicking and freaking out. And then I hung it and butchered it, we split the meat, and ate like champs for a couple days. There's another one out there, but so far, no dice.
The neighbor had two emus. They were kicking the crap out of his goats and dogs, terrorizing the kids, and generally just causing problems. They kept kicking out of the fence, and finally he decided to stop looking for them. Good riddance, he figured. But then, after a couple months, he got tired of the Sheriff's office and Animal Control calling him every time somebody saw them. Animal Control said they were going to bring a trap roughly the size of a car trailer, and he wasn't pleased about the bill he would most likely get for this. I asked him if he cared if I shot them, if I could find them. He was overjoyed about this prospect and said he'd help. We heard stories from a hunting camp (just a bunch of trailers) back in the woods that people had seen one emu on the trail cams, so that's where we planned to try it. After exhaustive research, it was determined that an empty 5-gallon bucket is the best emu call. Just tap on it like a drum. And wear bright colors, because they're attracted to colorful things. Maybe all emus have ADD, I don't know. Couldn't decide what gun/rifle/round/shells to use, and settled on my .35. It's killed everything else, why not an emu.
So we set up amongst those trailers at the empty hunting camp. We still weren't sure it was 100% legal, but as there was no emu season, we figured the hell with it. He was tapping on the bucket, and within 5 minutes one emu came walking into the camp from the woods. We had to move around a bit, so I didn't blow a hole in someone's trailer, but the emu wasn't the brightest. I finally got my buddy to stop beating on the bucket, the emu stopped, and the rest is history. If I would have let the video go another 20 seconds, you would have got to see my buddy frantically flailing to get away from the shot emu as it started kicking and freaking out. And then I hung it and butchered it, we split the meat, and ate like champs for a couple days. There's another one out there, but so far, no dice.
