dcopas78
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Well my dad, nephew and I rolled in to southern Arizona yesterday afternoon, got our deer tags to go with our draw javelina tags, and set up camp. We had to get he wall tent set up in the dark, so most of this morning was just organizing camp. We finally got out about 9:30, deciding to hunt quick access spots on the way to town, about an hour away, so we could get ice and some fresh foods. I pulled off and walked a short distance to glass my first spot with dad and Cade, not really expecting much...just enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Not 5 minutes into Arizona OTC hunting, I spotted a really nice Coues 4x4 across from us, sunning in his bed. He was 190 yards away with no clue we were there. Dad and Cade said "your spot, your stalk" so I checked the wind and headed to the head of the holler to start down above and cross wind of him. I got to about 50 yards of him and felt the wind hit the back of my neck. Not what I wanted to feel. Dad and cade said he just looked in my direction and slowly walked away. I was thrilled that I got that close on my first stalk. I think I could have had a real chance with the dang wind shift.
Anyways, we worked are way to town doing many of these small, barely off the road hunts to town. We started back about 2 PM, swinging by a place I'd heard some javelina are fond off. We checked a few places out, so old sign and parked at a trailhead to work along some valleys. We walked right in to a nice javelina, by himself, at 35 yards. It was dads turn, but unfortunately he spooked before he could get a shot.
We got back on the road with one more place to check before we made it back to camp. We pulled into a pullout, and walked to the top of a ridge. Pigs right in front of us! My nephew shot first, his first western hunt, and drilled his. Another ran up and stopped where he'd hit his and started smelling the arrow! Bad mistake, my arrow found its mark, closing out our first day in Arizona! Oh, and we located some Mearns to boot.
Anyways, we worked are way to town doing many of these small, barely off the road hunts to town. We started back about 2 PM, swinging by a place I'd heard some javelina are fond off. We checked a few places out, so old sign and parked at a trailhead to work along some valleys. We walked right in to a nice javelina, by himself, at 35 yards. It was dads turn, but unfortunately he spooked before he could get a shot.
We got back on the road with one more place to check before we made it back to camp. We pulled into a pullout, and walked to the top of a ridge. Pigs right in front of us! My nephew shot first, his first western hunt, and drilled his. Another ran up and stopped where he'd hit his and started smelling the arrow! Bad mistake, my arrow found its mark, closing out our first day in Arizona! Oh, and we located some Mearns to boot.
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