After seeing prhunter's post on his javelina I remembered that I hadn't posted about mine.
This was our 24 year leaving Colorado to go to Arizona for the HAM season. It started out as a way just to get warm but for 2 of us it turned into a annual event.
The hunt was hot and I mean hot the first couple of days. For those of you from Arizona you know how it was the second week of February and on the opening day Tucson set a record high temperature. Needless to say we were looking for shade by 11 am along with the javelina.
My hunting partner got into a small herd on the fourth day and managed to get a yearling. It was the only one that he could see until after the shot when the whole herd broke out of cover. He went over to clean it and found that he didn't have a knife and his 4 wheeler was about a mile away. He packed it out to a nice shady cool spot down in a wash and then almost ran back to his wheeler to come back to finish the job. As hot as it was that day he got lucky and didn't loose any meat.
On the sixth day I headed into a good canyon for them. As I was hiking through the bottom I noticed on trying to sneak out about 200 yards away. I sat down and started to look for others, where there is one there usually are more. After about 10 minutes of not seeing anything I started after the one that I had seen only to jump all the others out of their beds. They don't call these things the ghost of the desert for nothing. They weren't spooked too bad and only ran about 50 yards when they stated to walk and look around. I spotted one that was standing still in a small clearing so I got down into a solid rest and placed the cross hairs on his shoulder, at the shot he just stood there while all the others took off. I got reloaded and sent another bullet on it's way. This one connected solidly and he went down.
This javelina was the largest that I have ever shot body wise, he went close to 70 lbs by my arm scale. As I packed him out he got even heaver after that 1/2 mile to my wheeler. After I got back to my wheeler I wondered why I packed him out the way that I did. I could of went 3 different ways and two of them were only about 200 yards to a wash that I could drive up on my wheeler and the last way was the 1/2 mile out. Oh well.
This was our 24 year leaving Colorado to go to Arizona for the HAM season. It started out as a way just to get warm but for 2 of us it turned into a annual event.
The hunt was hot and I mean hot the first couple of days. For those of you from Arizona you know how it was the second week of February and on the opening day Tucson set a record high temperature. Needless to say we were looking for shade by 11 am along with the javelina.
My hunting partner got into a small herd on the fourth day and managed to get a yearling. It was the only one that he could see until after the shot when the whole herd broke out of cover. He went over to clean it and found that he didn't have a knife and his 4 wheeler was about a mile away. He packed it out to a nice shady cool spot down in a wash and then almost ran back to his wheeler to come back to finish the job. As hot as it was that day he got lucky and didn't loose any meat.
On the sixth day I headed into a good canyon for them. As I was hiking through the bottom I noticed on trying to sneak out about 200 yards away. I sat down and started to look for others, where there is one there usually are more. After about 10 minutes of not seeing anything I started after the one that I had seen only to jump all the others out of their beds. They don't call these things the ghost of the desert for nothing. They weren't spooked too bad and only ran about 50 yards when they stated to walk and look around. I spotted one that was standing still in a small clearing so I got down into a solid rest and placed the cross hairs on his shoulder, at the shot he just stood there while all the others took off. I got reloaded and sent another bullet on it's way. This one connected solidly and he went down.
This javelina was the largest that I have ever shot body wise, he went close to 70 lbs by my arm scale. As I packed him out he got even heaver after that 1/2 mile to my wheeler. After I got back to my wheeler I wondered why I packed him out the way that I did. I could of went 3 different ways and two of them were only about 200 yards to a wash that I could drive up on my wheeler and the last way was the 1/2 mile out. Oh well.
