About seven hours ago I got back from hunting with my father, whom I haven't seen in seventeen months since being deployed in Afghanistan. We went to a ranch property in southern Arizona, about four hours away from where I live, to spend time with my father hunting local javelina. Roughly after five hours I spot my first javelina, I followed behind for around twenty minutes before landing my shot, yes!! My first javelina! I was so excited I could barely contain myself! And about an hour and a half later, my father and I spot about five javelinas drinking from a small watering hole, I was very anxious but I had to be patient. My father is very knowledgeable when it comes to javelinas, and told me that two of them where females and the biggest one is a bull. I was roughly twenty yards or so away, I decided to try my shot. With a loud crack I bring down one javelina, as the others flee. My second javelina. This has been the best day of my life, reuniting and bonding with my father stronger than ever before. There isn't any better feeling than bringing down a young javelina in it's prime.