Post by Aggie01 on Sept 20, 2009 10:53:20 GMT -5
Unfortunately, my cell phone pics didnt turn out too well.
A friend and I were heading from one place to another to do some late afternoon/early evening dove hunting, and were not getting very fired up on the way. We were seeing nothing flying.
We had been shooting earlier in the day, me with my .44 special and he with his muzzleloading rifles. I had saved two rounds for the .44 special just in case, I shot everything else I had that day.
As we pulled into the place, we saw this :
We discussed it, legality, cleaning and cooking. About that time, the landowner arrived, and we asked him about the emu. Turns out it has been on the place for the better part of a week, and doesn't belong to any neighbors. He told us to do whatever we wanted. It was a go.
It was decided that i would take first shot with my .44 Special, and my buddy would back me up with his scoped muzzleoader in case I missed and spooked it.
We got to about 65 yards of the emu, and it noticed us and started acting a little wary. Then it turned, and put its head down and...
OH MY GOD! IT"S COMING RIGHT FOR US!
The 255 grain slug from my .44 special, pushed right around 950 fps over a Skeeter's load of Unique, entered at what I could best describe as the top of it's right shoulder and exited out the tail area. My buddy was startled my shot, and was watching the bird fall in his scope as he pulled the trigger and his .45 caliber saboted slug (out of a .50 cal ML) creased the top of the left drumstick.
The head was removed as a trophy (by my friend) and laid back for the pic.
Here is a pic of the two haunches before we split them to put on the grill. We shot it full of injectable marinade and kept olive oil brushed over it to keep from drying out. Iwas a little tough and stingy, but very lean and had a good taste. We are makign chili this afternoon to see if a dice and simmer helps out on the texture.
A friend and I were heading from one place to another to do some late afternoon/early evening dove hunting, and were not getting very fired up on the way. We were seeing nothing flying.
We had been shooting earlier in the day, me with my .44 special and he with his muzzleloading rifles. I had saved two rounds for the .44 special just in case, I shot everything else I had that day.
As we pulled into the place, we saw this :
We discussed it, legality, cleaning and cooking. About that time, the landowner arrived, and we asked him about the emu. Turns out it has been on the place for the better part of a week, and doesn't belong to any neighbors. He told us to do whatever we wanted. It was a go.
It was decided that i would take first shot with my .44 Special, and my buddy would back me up with his scoped muzzleoader in case I missed and spooked it.
We got to about 65 yards of the emu, and it noticed us and started acting a little wary. Then it turned, and put its head down and...
OH MY GOD! IT"S COMING RIGHT FOR US!
The 255 grain slug from my .44 special, pushed right around 950 fps over a Skeeter's load of Unique, entered at what I could best describe as the top of it's right shoulder and exited out the tail area. My buddy was startled my shot, and was watching the bird fall in his scope as he pulled the trigger and his .45 caliber saboted slug (out of a .50 cal ML) creased the top of the left drumstick.
The head was removed as a trophy (by my friend) and laid back for the pic.
Here is a pic of the two haunches before we split them to put on the grill. We shot it full of injectable marinade and kept olive oil brushed over it to keep from drying out. Iwas a little tough and stingy, but very lean and had a good taste. We are makign chili this afternoon to see if a dice and simmer helps out on the texture.
