Well guys its Easter weekend,the most dangerous time for a Kiwi to go hunting,there always seems to be some poor mug who cops a round due to misidentification/lack of identification.
didnt go out on Friday,Saturday morning stayed home to take care of sick wife.
by lunch time the looks the dog was giving me did the trick,slowly got my shite together and reluctantly headed out the door.
Seems strange to have lack of enthusiasm but public land hunting at this time of year just doesnt spin my wheels since becoming a Dad 19 years ago.
drove up to my spot and shouldered my pack with overnight gear in it and headed off up hill looking like a nuclear smurf with my blaze blue Tshirt and bright blue knee length tights/thermals (under rugby shorts for discretion).
only got 500 yards along fenceline and bumped into a younger fella headed out
stopped and had a yak,turns out he hadnt gone far,basically walked the fenceline,
so that was a bonus.
Meg was getting fidgety with all this time wasting so we parted ways and carried on.
we headed up and had quick look at our lookout spot,nothing doing,carried on and ran smack bang into a fellas possum line,set traps and four footed deerdetectasaurous's dont go very well together so Meg and I had wee chat and she tucked in behind me and avoided any issues. we came across another 6 traps before guy had turned off our route.
Meg was doing great avoiding them,a quiet "leave it" was all she needed to avoid the scented flour lure area.
we passed through first Jelly fern clearing with light fading we had to find place to pitch fly pretty darn quickly or we would be getting out torch. a nice wee hollow area was found ,stag had been polishing antlers on tree at one end(hopefully hadnt peed all around it) and pack was dropped gratefully.
5mins saw sleeping arrangements taken care of,fly pitched,down bag fluffed up,flash new poofter pad inflated SLIGHTLY ( put too much air in first one and popped it much to my mates amusement),Meg tied to tree right beside saw that side of things sorted, I laid ontop of my bed roll and boiled my billy for a chai latte and settled in for the night.
sleep came easy as was super comfy if a little cold,the howling NW wind dropped and stags down below on farms could be heard moaning.
at about midnight a possum decided to serenade Meg much to my disgust
a quick shins of the light shut him up for a time ,this went on for hour of two before I drifted off to blissful nights sleep.
the alarm woke me at 6am...still too dark so back to sleep we went
woke up at 7...shiscabab nearly slept in!!!!!
got up slipped on socks/boots and gaiters , had dingos breakfast and was off up the hill further,Meg was keen as to get going and 80 yards up hill I found out why when a "something" took off above us,quick whistle kept Meg back with me...BUGGER
didnt think we would have animals that close so werent in full stalking mode yet.
carried on up hill a lot slower now lesson learnt...
what the heck was with that animal being that close?????? the dogs snoring and farts should have kept anything well away from where we were camped...you live n learn I guess.
stopped for morning constitutional (this has become a good sign as have encountered deer 4 times in last year very soon after "taking care of business") with that taken care of we carried on up the hill being very cautious to keep noise to minimum, Meg was still keen so I kept her in close ,no more than 5mtrs in front suits me so we got int our groove and moused on up,as soon as we hit ridge proper we got into and through a thick patch of crappy bush with meg still keeping close (she has learnt to wait as I cant just duck under crap like she can) we hadnt gone more than 25 yards up ridge when a noise was heard out to our right/uphill/upwind so we stalked carefully towards where noise came from along a freshly used deer trail for about 50yards,movement ahead!!!!
dog stopped , looking carefully
,yip deers bum #1 tick
deer walking #2 ticks
its a female #3 ticks
come on stop and give me a shot....... she moved off up through light cover.
I let out a "meew"
she stopped and looked back #4 live deers head with swiveling ears tick
hammer drawn back crosshairs onto neck (I love the wee 4x loopy) bang thump flop
stop dog...... walk quietly in with her under control
yip there it is "way ya go" Meg lept on it and gave a wee chew
nice fat red fawn perfect eating and carrying size
give dog a pat ,take quick photo and whip out the poohs n wees bits. chuck animal across shoulders and let dog lead me back to camp.
8;30 saw me sitting down boiling billy and sending txt to some of my hunting buddies (sorry Radar couldnt resist
had cuppa and packed up camp.
boned out front half of animal leaving meat attached to skin,slipped knife through spinal column in front of hips leaving back end intact,slid whole shebang into large plastic bag and placed in bottom of pack adding the rest of my stuff ontop.shouldered now slightly heavier pack and slipped off down the hill.
Meg hadnt forgotton the way or traps ,we avoided them easily and she really gave the possum caught in one wide birth (yippee thats great sign as possum loving dogs are pain in the arse)
back to car by 11 and home before lunchtime
life is great
keep on ticking those boxes guys n gals.
will add photo when got them off cell phone.