About 10 years ago I was squirrel hunting along a creek on some family land in central Texas. Looked behind me and about 50 yrds away was an emu. I went back to the truck to get my rifle thinking about smoked emu legs for supper. It had disappeared. Nobody in that area raised them. I have no idea where it came from or where it went after I saw it.
I was hunting on a buddy's place here in Kansas and saw nothing but the two back legs of a young buck hanging off a barbed wire fence. I think the deer had gotten hung up and the coyotes ate the rest of him.
My tells me that when he was a kid he would hunt rabbits with marbles that he would win in a marbles game. He shot a cotton tail with one in the head. He started to skin it when it woke up and tried to get away with no skin on. he said the dogs made short work of it when they caught up to it.