nmtaxi
Active member
My son took pity on me this weekend and gave me first shot at a javie, since he killed a big boar last year, and I had never punched a javie tag in 5 previous tries. These ugly little stink pigs had become my unicorn. After so many unsuccessful attempts at these guys, I was starting to feel like it would never happen.
It was Saturday, around noon, and we were working the top of some arroyos, glassing down into them, when I spotted what I thought was a loan boar. He was only about 75 yards away, so I took a knee, and let one fly out my .257 Roberts. It connected, and I put one more in him just to make sure he didn't go anywhere. I can't tell you how excited I was. You would have thought I just put down a full curl bighorn, and my son was just as excited for me.
As we started to make our way down to the pig, another javie seemed to come from no where. He stuck around long enough for my son to get his rifle on the shooting sticks and put it down with one shot. It was truely one of the most memorable moments of my hunting life. My hand was starting to hurt from all the high fives we gave each other.
It was Saturday, around noon, and we were working the top of some arroyos, glassing down into them, when I spotted what I thought was a loan boar. He was only about 75 yards away, so I took a knee, and let one fly out my .257 Roberts. It connected, and I put one more in him just to make sure he didn't go anywhere. I can't tell you how excited I was. You would have thought I just put down a full curl bighorn, and my son was just as excited for me.
As we started to make our way down to the pig, another javie seemed to come from no where. He stuck around long enough for my son to get his rifle on the shooting sticks and put it down with one shot. It was truely one of the most memorable moments of my hunting life. My hand was starting to hurt from all the high fives we gave each other.


