So Terry and I got out to skin and quarter our hogs at daybreak, and I was able to get out looking for the big javi just a half hour later than I would have gone out anyway. I rushed out, but forgot to take my allergy meds and had to come back to camp before too long because my eyes were watering too bad to see very much. Ended up wasting most of the morning and early afternoon but headed back out for the afternoon hunt. I had no intention of shooting anything other than the large javi, but determined that if he didn't show up by 5-5:30 I would try for a different one. As it turned out, a group showed up after 5 heading toward me, downwind of me, on a sendero. I quickly got to an adjacent sendero to get a different wind and hustled along it and took a wash to cut over to the sendero that the javi were on, figuring that they might turn around and feed the other way for any corn they had missed, and this would put the wind in my favor. Unfortunately, when the hit the area that they had cleaned up, the entered the thick cover between the 2 senderos.
I knew that they would come back out, but I wasn't sure one, so I walked the wash between them maybe 75 yards multiple times looking for them. I decided that I ought to cut out a good ambush spot for them in case they showed up, and was in the middle of doing that when I heard them crunching really close, so I took what I had. I had around an 8 inch hole through a bunch of prickly pear for a shooting lane, and came to full draw when I saw a patch of black getting close to it, and held hoping that one would pause in the lane. The lead javi did just that, and I shot it. They scattered, and I had a tough time telling which direction the hit one went because of the cover I was in, but heard some excessive thrashing across the sendero. I gave it a few minutes and looked for blood. No5t any in the road, so I stalked up on a pile of brush that I thought there was thrashing at. Nothing. Then I found a speck of blood on the reddish soil. I followed the sparse trail on my hands and knees, which seemed to gather up every thorn in the county, for around 25 yards which seemed like a half mile cutting brush thorny brush along the way until i found it. Tagged out. Took that one into down and gave to the same guy as the last, and grabbed some more ice for the cooler.
Topic: Laredo Tusk Roundup 24 ‘HERE WE GO’ (Read 19233 times)
