I honestly don't remember much past raising the bow...the next thing I new the javie was spinnin in a circle popping his ivory like a case of hot champagne. "I missed! No...I couldn't have....I saw...I know it went in where I wanted it....danged javie's don't bleed....we've lost some already....danged tracking through cactus...." All whirring through my head in a split second. I found another arrow in my bowquiver and nocked it without taking my eyes off him. Snap shot as he's spinning...DANG didn't pick a spot. Adrenaline overload now......I fumble for a THIRD arrow....he sees me and heads my way....popping all the while. OH CRUD! I'm up and backing away, sadly through a cactus....I drop the arrow off the string. Last broadhead....he turns the other direction to go around the cactus....I snap shoot AGAIN!!!!! But this time the arrow spines him, all the way through the spine stopping just at the fletching. He drops....rolls over and doesn't make a move.
The blood is now pouring on the ground....I mean it's running like he was carrying a bucketfull and dropped it when he rolled. I see I hit em all three times: first shot facing hard quartering away to my right, entered in front of the right ham exited just in front of the left shoulder. Killed him and he didn't care. Second shot was through the guts, clipped the liver post mortem discovery. Third shot severed the spine bout mid back. First two were buried in dirt, cactus on the far side of the road, third totally shredded the vertebrate and broke when he rolled.
This is the 3rd animal out of my last 5 that I have hit more than once....not sure what that says but I ain't never ashamed of layin on more wood to em if they ain't fallin down.
Had some real purdy ivory, a set of huevos that would have done a young bull proud, and more fleas and ticks than a feller can pick off himself after the drag.