the first hour of the first day, I could have shot one running at about 7 yards. that is, IF I didn't have my bow between my legs and my binoculars fixed on the final stages of a stalk in progress. At least he got his! I warned my bud about 100 yds away that it was coming. he shot and missed. We saw a grand total of 3 javalina. Another party saw a couple, but hadn't scored on one by the time we had to leave on Thursday. I love the desert. The light in the morning is undescribable, and it can be as silent as the grave. Almost impossible to move quietly. We saw Mt. Lion tracks, and were told that the rancher has a cat hunter come in every Sunday to try and kill them. They were fair game for us, but we didn't see any. I spent my last day waaaay up in the rocks in the hopes of seeing one.
We had an old shed to sleep in, and set up a target to shoot. we very quickly started shooting the nocks and shafts off of each other's arrows. Great sport! There was a guy named Bill from Colorado who shot a 68" Matlock LB. I hit his arrows a bunch, and they wouldn't break! found out he uses maple<img src=icon_smile_angry.gif border=0 align=middle>
We ate well and had a good time. A couple days were above 60 degrees( and the rest were below freezing!!