The sharp report of the .222 lingers in my ears. It is a hot January evening and I am hunting in the Mangatainoka catchment but based at Te Pukeohikarua hut in the Kaweka ranges. I am employed by the New … Continue reading
The alarm on my watch delivered it’s message twice, each time for an eight second duration, a minute divided the tones. It was wasted this particular morning. The candle stub was already flickering, causing dancing shadows that wallpapered the hut. … Continue reading
The strong wind nudging my back was not the ideal introduction to the new day, as I hunkered deep down into the tussock to survey the ground ahead. The way ahead was a large expanse of open tussock land, interspersed … Continue reading
The long climb to the tops was an arduous one, the sun beat down relentlessly which resulted in copious amounts of precious fluid lost. The continual sucking on the platypus umbilical was a necessary attempt at redressing the situation. It … Continue reading
My eyes were open at 3.15 a.m. I spent the next hour alone in the darkness waiting for time to tick by. At 4.30 I got up and dressed and went down and crammed some breakfast down my neck. I … Continue reading
It was yet another end to a six-week stint in Kaweka country, and leaving Ngaawapurua, on a heavily overcast morning I thought the chances of remaining dry for the whole of the trip were so remote I would have wagered my … Continue reading
I received a phone call from Greg, it was from London, asking if we did guided hunts here at Triple Tui. I replied in the affirmative. He went on to say that his girlfriend’s father Erich, was a keen hunter … Continue reading
The phone rang and I picked it up. Steve Garnett? Yes I replied. “Deer on my Doorstep” the book by Colin Davey came the voice, yes? I said warily my mind working overtime. The names Glenn, Glenn Soroka and I … Continue reading
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