Thread: 223 on deer

Originally Posted by Muttonguts

“Quote” @doinit
“Perhaps I could put up a story myself of old and new where just one bullet weight does it all eh.”


Go on Old Timer,(capitals for respect), spin us a good old West Coast yarn. Take us back to the days of swannies, Buller boots, black jacky hoes, green river knives, railway tarps, and Norse wear socks.
Cheers MG

You dont have to be on the West Coast to "spin" a yarn. That gear was de rigeur in times of yore. Spending time at the Mangaweka pub in undies , Jackie Howe and Bullers after walking across the Ruahines and not seeing anyone for 2 weeks.

Originally Posted by TeRei

You dont have to be on the West Coast to "spin" a yarn. That gear was de rigeur in times of yore. Spending time at the Mangaweka pub in undies , Jackie Howe and Bullers after walking across the Ruahines and not seeing anyone for 2 weeks.

You had undies!? For some, undies, we’re a luxury. So were socks
As a young fella in the late sixties I once followed govt gun up a steep ridge in his bullers without any socks, and his wedding tackle swinging freely out the leg of his shorts. Never been more happy to get to the tops
Cheers MG

Originally Posted by Muttonguts

You had undies!? For some, undies, we’re a luxury. So were socks
As a young fella in the late sixties I once followed govt gun up a steep ridge in his bullers without any socks, and his wedding tackle swinging freely out the leg of his shorts. Never been more happy to get to the tops
Cheers MG

That era of the culler out for xmas or the end of the season is well captured in Lew Sutherlands book particularly in the beginning. Neville Toohill's book "Spotlighting"has a chapter that spells the end of the ground meat hunter. Sorta like working at the freezing works during the boom years. Money in your pocket and the beer was always icey cold.