It was one of the first hunts I remember killing anything on…My stepfather, Burl, and
I, we went out hunting in southern Arizona for Javelina. We only took one gun, Burl was
carrying the rifle. So we were going along there and we saw these Javelina cutting through
this ravine, and we could see which way they we going so we decided to cut them off at
the pass, so to speak, Burl said we were going to “Sgt York them”. I believe it was WWI,
he said what Sgt York would do when fighting the Germans, if there was a line of them,
he’d shoot the ones in back so the ones in the front wouldn’t know what was going on.
So Burl handed me the rifle and told me to shoot one of the back ones then hand the rifle
back to him as quick as I could. So that’s what I did, I shot one towards the end of the
line and handed the rifle back to Burl and he shot one of Javelinas in the front. So, I not
only got to kill a Javelina, but learned a little bit of history that day, too.
If you want to learn more about Sergeant York, here's a good reference: