i knew i had plenty of time so i waited it out for a good shot when one of them turned away i raised my bow and put some bend in the limbs of my trusty shrew the shot was good but maybe a few inches higher than i would have liked, he burst out of there but had no idea what happened i saw him go lay down not 30m from where i hit him the others did not know what happened and stayed in sight,
i sat there thinking this is one of the things i love about bowhunting, i shot one and the others don't know what happened.
after a while they where in range again, this time i had a Big 2 blade on i again waited for the right shot...broadside, head down i again started the tension on the string as i drew i told my self make a solid shot, i hit anchor and my arrow locked poised like a snake ready to strike, the string ripped from my fingers and i watched as the arrow blew effortlessly through the vitals, shining red with blood as it lay beyond the animal. the Javi ran 20 yards let out a Roar and fell to the earth, one of his buddys went and sat next to him wondering what was up.
i looked back at the first javi and saw he was still alive i knew i would have to get another arrow in it now that the group where spooked after getting down wind and seeking in i shot him again, the other Javi' were going crazy popping there jaws all around me i had one arrow left and he was still standing so i shot again prob no need but " if they'r still standing... im still shooting"
now i was out of arrows and i knew he was dead, but there where javi's everywhere and they were not happy, 2 of the younger ones where right behind be and way to brave for their size, they looked like 2 puffed of soccer balls with a sharp end that i really didn't want to poke with my trusty shrew but it was either that or feed them some high velocity African leather boot if they got any closer, finally i went for the truly trad, fist sized rock to chased them off.
great fun getting those javi's in that close action.