Last month we had Part 1 which briefly discussed an encounter one of my students had recently with a javelina while hiking. In Part 2 we hear it in her own words. There are lessons to be learned here, particularly regarding the effects of adrenaline. I really appreciate her willingness to share her experience with us.
Part 2 of the Javelina Encounter…in her own words…
It definitely was an intense time! Right after everything happened, mind you, I was out of bullets. I don’t believe I was cognizant of how many rounds I had. I’ve always known I carry 6 in that gun, but I guess I forgot how to count while encounter was taking place.
I was watching the dog as she was sniffing away on the trail and out of nowhere I saw this black thing (thinking it was a dog) charge my dog. I then got a look that it was a javelina. I remember thinking don’t shoot while they are fighting in fear of shooting the dog obviously. That part was clear. I waited til there was a break in fighting so I could fire. Honestly (due to adrenaline I’m sure) I don’t know if I fired at other pigs in fear of them ganging up on the dog (and that broke the fight up) or if I waited til the fight broke up on its own to fire the first shots. I do know I fired twice the first time. Fight ensued again and then broke up again. I fired 4 rounds then at the pack of pigs. The adrenaline was insane because I do remember the dog running fast away and I was stuck there without bullets and not knowing what would be next. That’s when I saw a baby pig and realized they were likely being protective.
I honestly don’t know how far away this happened. So, maybe it was 30 feet, lol. It felt like a tunnel and black all around me. Felt like it was so far away!
I picked up the largest stick I could find in case I needed it. Wishing like hell I had more ammo or a bigger gun but was incredibly thankful at that point for my gun. I rarely carry when I hike just because I never suspect anything to happen. This changed my mind. I was so thankful to have that little 380. Little but mighty. It did save the dog’s life and I do feel the dog saved mine. I ran away to find the dog. She was hunkered down scared outta her mind! That’s where I noticed bleeding on her side. I called my dad to come get us because I couldn’t tell the extent of her injuries at the point. BTW…the dog is fine now and the hair is finally growing back.
What I learned about this is
- To always carry.
- Try like hell to stay calm and focus on what’s happening.
I’m proud I didn’t panic, but I’m sad I let adrenaline take over right away, adrenaline seriously gives you amnesia. There are still some things I don’t remember, like when I fired first. However, since I never saw it coming, I was shocked at what took place. Never in a million years did I expect to see a pig there, much less 3, or for them to attack. I initially thought that it was another dog to begin with and I wasn’t super riled up and I was just going to grab a stick or something or fire a round to hopefully break them up. When I saw it was a pig, things changed. I don’t hike without my gun anymore. I carry a bit of a larger caliber now and good, quality bullets.