richardoutwest
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The last thing on my mind when we left for the last hunt of the season, was being attacked by a Javelina.
The California hunter showed up at 7 a.m. right on time at my front door. We loaded up the F-250 with food and drinks and headed down the hill to pick up my hunting partner Robert. Little did we know that everyone in the country invaded our back yard over night. So we headed to our researve herds to begin the hunt.
We locate a small herd and leave Robert behind to give signals. After a cat and mouse chase, we find a location to set up for the shot. Johnny sets up the 22-250 and touched the trigger. The Javelina rolled out of it's bed, down the hill with all four legs in the air. Congrats went around as another big bore was down.
As we started to pack up, the bore started kicking like nothing I had ever seen. He started plowing down hill going though every cactis in his path. I could see the lower jaw hanging, and told Johnny to put another bullet in him.
The second round broke the pig down in the back. He rolled down the hill and came to a rest against the back side of some prickly pear. I watched him for another 15 minutes with no sign of life. Once satisfied, we headed back to the truck to drive closer. Exiting the truck about 30 minutes later, I radioed Robert to see if he could see any signs of life, Robert said he has not moved.
Johnny opted to take the rifle just in case. About 75 yards from the pig in plain view, I could not see any signs of life and as we got closer I could still not see any signs of life. As I stood about 3 feet from the pig, I once again congradulated Johnny on his big bore.
The next few second will forever play in my mind. I took another step toward the pig. Before I could react, the pig lunged toward my legs screaming like the devil possessed and grabbed my foot! I jumped back as the pig tried to bite my foot. I kicked back and he turn down hill and stopped about 8 feet away and turned again.
As calmly as possible, I turn to Johnny and said " I don't think he's dead yet!" Johnny put another round in him and finally he was finished.
I think of the hundreds of game animals I have approached poaking with an arrow or rifle barral to make sure they are dead. This was the second that almost had me, thank God the lower jaw was not in working order! I can tell you this, if you are poaking an animal you think is dead with an arrow or gun, you are just kidding your self! You do not have time to react! This Javelina could have ripped my leg apart before anything could be done!
Back at the house and clean short, I live to tell another tale of my hunting adventures and cant wait to do it again!
The California hunter showed up at 7 a.m. right on time at my front door. We loaded up the F-250 with food and drinks and headed down the hill to pick up my hunting partner Robert. Little did we know that everyone in the country invaded our back yard over night. So we headed to our researve herds to begin the hunt.
We locate a small herd and leave Robert behind to give signals. After a cat and mouse chase, we find a location to set up for the shot. Johnny sets up the 22-250 and touched the trigger. The Javelina rolled out of it's bed, down the hill with all four legs in the air. Congrats went around as another big bore was down.
As we started to pack up, the bore started kicking like nothing I had ever seen. He started plowing down hill going though every cactis in his path. I could see the lower jaw hanging, and told Johnny to put another bullet in him.
The second round broke the pig down in the back. He rolled down the hill and came to a rest against the back side of some prickly pear. I watched him for another 15 minutes with no sign of life. Once satisfied, we headed back to the truck to drive closer. Exiting the truck about 30 minutes later, I radioed Robert to see if he could see any signs of life, Robert said he has not moved.
Johnny opted to take the rifle just in case. About 75 yards from the pig in plain view, I could not see any signs of life and as we got closer I could still not see any signs of life. As I stood about 3 feet from the pig, I once again congradulated Johnny on his big bore.
The next few second will forever play in my mind. I took another step toward the pig. Before I could react, the pig lunged toward my legs screaming like the devil possessed and grabbed my foot! I jumped back as the pig tried to bite my foot. I kicked back and he turn down hill and stopped about 8 feet away and turned again.
As calmly as possible, I turn to Johnny and said " I don't think he's dead yet!" Johnny put another round in him and finally he was finished.
I think of the hundreds of game animals I have approached poaking with an arrow or rifle barral to make sure they are dead. This was the second that almost had me, thank God the lower jaw was not in working order! I can tell you this, if you are poaking an animal you think is dead with an arrow or gun, you are just kidding your self! You do not have time to react! This Javelina could have ripped my leg apart before anything could be done!
Back at the house and clean short, I live to tell another tale of my hunting adventures and cant wait to do it again!
