Thread: First deer

1969/70 .I had joined the local NZDA at Invercargill when I was 16/17yrs and went on a organized hunt meat hunt
to get some meat for the annual STAG do . Back in those days it was a male only thing lol . Well anyway there had
been a couple of hunts before hand with no success , it was hard going in those years because of the meat hunting and
helicopters in full swing . About 8 or 9 of us headed up to Knobs flat and stayed in the NZDA hut . An experienced member took me under his wing and
the next morning I shouldered my 8x57 wooded with brand new Tasco 4x32 on it and we crossed the Eglinton river and started sidling around the hill in the bush , old mate in eyesight just above me . After about
40 min I started following a bit of sign , eyes firmly fixed on the ground and then all hell broke loose , I had nearly walked up the ass of a monstrous DEER !!! the last
thing I had expected to see haha . With luck on my side the deer took off on the game trail in a straight line and I banged him in the back of the head .
Well what a day and now the hard part started . My goal was to shoot a deer but little did I know that was the easy part . I was determined it was coming
out whole and after 8 hrs of dragging , pulling , and carrying the stag every way I could we finally got back to the hut victors . It was the only deer shot
for about 150 guys at the annual NZDA STAG do but the cooks done the work for some sort of casserole and there was enough for all .

A great memmory to take away from hunting, awesome shot placement too.

Great story Hillbilly, nice work!

What a memory!

Thanks guys I can remember it like yesterday but can't remember what I done 2 days ago , hahaha

That was good HILLBILLYHUNTERS..
I had one of those 8 x57's myself at one stage,was somewhere early 60's was 16 ish.
The bloody thing was a mother ship compared to the treble two in later yrs lol

HAHA I will tell you a story about my old 8x57mmjs Mauser I brought it new for about $20 off my brother in law
full wood still with the swastikas on it not stamped out . My Father god bless him built a new stock out of mahogany
for me and it weighted a ton that soaked up a bit of recall , shot like shit , but was ok in the bush and I did take it on a few Thar hunts with success .
Well old mate Kay Khoe wanted the stock for something he was building so I gave it to him and he told me when he was a kid in Denmark after ww2 when
the Germans left there was 1000's of the 8x57s laying around every where . He lived in the countryside and they had a 44gal drum full of 8x57 ammo.
The thing was they used to wear out the barrels pretty quick but that didn't matter there where plenty around . It wasn't until a bit latter they found out that the 44gal drum of ammo was machine gun ammo .

Hillybilly keep the stories coming topclass ,

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There yi go HILLYBILLYHUNTERS lol..
the far right is me ol 8x57..now what I can't recall is,was it an 8x57JS?
That's a great story....bloody drum full of pill's ha,ha..

How good! Hope your back wasn't too strained the day after haha!

Originally Posted by jesse370

How good! Hope your back wasn't too strained the day after haha!

HAHA My back from that and lifting the old Suzuki 185 TS onto the XA Falcon Ute stuffed it for life .As the saying goes young and dumb . Future wife doing the cleaning , still got her .

ANOTHER KNIFE STORY
Back to the previous post about the older than me Danish guy that took me under his wing hunting wise . We had stopped on the Te Anau to Milford road to walk into the Greenstone for a
fallow deer and had just got to the first climb before the Key Summit and met 2 guys coming out that told us they had shot 4 but only taken one . Needless to say there was words spoken .
Anyway we had left our start late in the day and decided to spend the night in the Lake Howden hut . When we got to the hut after dark and there was 1/2 dozen trampers in the hut with a couple
of bottles of captain Morgan no problem with that . We started a bit of a cookup for tea and the fire was going good for once when these silly buggers started throwing rum on the fire for a bit of fun .
Now I can't spell my old mates name but it's pronounced K . He looked a bit like Hagar The Horrible but a bit taller with a big white beard and dinner plate sized hands and a smile always a smile from ear to ear no matter what . I suppose some could call it an Assassin's smile . Well K had had enough bullshit after some of the rum had got on his socks drying by the fire . As some of you will know from a previous story K was Danish and a young teenager when the Germans invaded Denmark .
Anyway K had had enough of the bullshit and proceeded to pull a apple out of his pack , and then came the knife , about 6'' long with a wee silver button on the side of the handle . Old mate stands up and slams his knife on the table the knife blade
shoots out the end not side opening , dagger stile razer sharp both sides . The trampers stopped talking and there was deadly silence with 6 mouths hanging open . Now flick knifes where very rear in NZ and these trampers started to ask some questions
and K told them that he got it during the war from a German that didn't need it anymore , still smiling ear to ear . 6 now sober trampers went strat to bed and where gone before we where up in the morning . Next morning we high tailed it down past lake McKellar to the Greenstone boned
out the 3 deer and then back out to the Milford road and home .
Trampers now . have I got a story about them , no disrespect to the majority .