Lonestar.45
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Such a great thread, had to resurrect it.......
Most memorable time:
Dad and I were bowhunting javelina in S. Texas. Dad shot one, and we hung it in a tree and gut it (I'll never gut nor eat another javelina again, but that is another story). We were in deep in a brushy mesquite thicket. About halfway through the job, we hear teeth popping, and another herd of javelina moved in, not more than 20 yards away through the brush. A javelina was about 15 yds away facing me, just begging for a shot to the forehead. Which I gave him, dead center. I am here to tell you, a broadhead from a 65lb draw weight bow will not penetrate a javaleen's brain. Matter of fact, it really only pisses him off.
Javalina's scatter, teeth popping, running all around us; the "unicorn" javelina with the arrow sticking out of his head proceeds to charge us. He chased one or the other of us around for a good 30 seconds before veering off in the brush, never to be seen again. We blood trailed him for half a day through some of the thickest cactus/mesquite country you can imagine, and never found the arrow or the javelina.
Most memorable time:
Dad and I were bowhunting javelina in S. Texas. Dad shot one, and we hung it in a tree and gut it (I'll never gut nor eat another javelina again, but that is another story). We were in deep in a brushy mesquite thicket. About halfway through the job, we hear teeth popping, and another herd of javelina moved in, not more than 20 yards away through the brush. A javelina was about 15 yds away facing me, just begging for a shot to the forehead. Which I gave him, dead center. I am here to tell you, a broadhead from a 65lb draw weight bow will not penetrate a javaleen's brain. Matter of fact, it really only pisses him off.
Javalina's scatter, teeth popping, running all around us; the "unicorn" javelina with the arrow sticking out of his head proceeds to charge us. He chased one or the other of us around for a good 30 seconds before veering off in the brush, never to be seen again. We blood trailed him for half a day through some of the thickest cactus/mesquite country you can imagine, and never found the arrow or the javelina.