My mate took a shower, got a chill...got as sick as the proverbial dog...When it come time to walk to the air strip I had to do three trips with our packs and gear so my son could walk my mate out...thought for a while he might cark it.
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Wow those photos are beautiful, you should consider chucking some on canavas and hanging them in your house! Stunning!
thanks dougie..taken on a cheap point and shoot camera. No room to hang pictures, to many trophy mounts!!!:D
One of my favourite areas in there, cheers for sharing the photos.
Some of those huts can be a shocker in the summer...one year on our way to Te Matai the chopper dropped us at the Oamaru due to cloud...a family had rented their house out and were living in the hut for the duration...they had divided the hut into boys and girls areas and as the boys area was full we were told to camp outside...told them to get stuffed and bunked down in the girls area...I am sure the ol' bitch sat up all night watching us sleep...they tried to tell us when we could use kitchen, what food we were allowed to eat, who was to use toilet first and so on...spent three days there waiting for cloud to lift...were pleased to get away to Te Matai.
Good on you for telling it like it is Spook
Usually good fellas in the huts around the backcountry
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You need to travel to more phillip :D
Always found it a 50/50 chance of sane nice person or a complete wack job.
Odds do improve off tramping routes though . . .
Ive met a few nut jobs in huts around the hills..
We flew into the Oamaru a few years back now. A couple of days later a bloke turned up late one evening, he walked in in sandals with a tree stand strapped to his back and a pack liner tied to it with a little gear in it (told us he forgot his boots). I cant remember his name, but he told two of us his name was (something) and our other party member it was (something else), so we were calling him different names the whole time and he never corrected us. He had fuck all food with him and was very vague as to his plans, in the whole time we were there maybe 3 or 4 days more he only went for one morning hunt, spent the rest of the time just staring blankly out the hut window. On our final morning we packed up and took all our gear down to the helipad, I decided to quickly double check we hadn't left anything, ran back up to the hut and he was standing looking into the now empty meat safe, as I walked off he started opening and slamming the door to the safe continuously :wtfsmilie:, then when the chopper finally arrived he came running down and asked if we could fly out all of his stuff, the answer was no as we were already close to the limit on the way in and had venison in the chopper on the way out.
Who knows what happened but there were a few screws loose, in fact it wouldn't surprise me if he's still up his tree stand somewhere.. :oh noes: