So, managed to actually get a couple days off work this week despite my last post which has quelled the itch to get out.
First time out in the Kaimanawas looking for Sika. Two places I was looking at for this trip were Kiko Road and the obvious Clements Mill Road. I decided to go on to the latter and poke my nose around seeing what I could find and scope the area.
So that was it, up zero-dark-thirty and on the road at 4. Couple of mandatory coffee stops and parked up at Te Iringa Camp site ready to roll at 5:30. Walked in about 1 1/2hrs along the track and low and behold, much to my surprise, there was a young hind about 2m off the track just staring at me. Whilst still in shock that I managed to see one on the track, I missed my opportunity and with a quick whistle, she was off down the right hand side of the ridge and never to be seen again.
Got to the first small camp clearing around 7, and still buzzing I had managed to see one already, I stopped for a quick brew and I was off again. Carried on another 500m or so before hoping off the side myself down onto a game trail. The area wasn't shy of sign and within minutes I managed to find some fresh/wet droppings. Slowed right down and managed to get a small vantage point and just sat, watching for anything that might indicate they were nearby. Unfortunately the wind wasn't on my side and was swirling all over the place, and about 20mins later I heard some rustling just up behind me. Much to my disappointment, I got a quick glance of a white tail hoping off, never to be seen - AGAIN.......
Well with the wind not playing the game I decided to climb back up to the track and drop over onto the quarry side. Everything seemed to be a lot more dryer underfoot here. There was a lot of old sign but nothing new so I decided to head back up the ridge for a break.
With a bar and Nescafé downed, I decided to start making my way back along the track with and to check out one more basin on the quarry side. I managed to find some fresh droppings, still luke warm but I think the fact it was so dry underfoot I would have managed to scare off anything within a couple hundred meters so I headed back up the track and was on the road about 1:30.
For my first time having a crack at Sika, I was very happy with what I managed to see and achieve despite coming home with nothing. Their elusive reputation stuck true but it was a good day none the less and was good to see I was doing most things right. Talking to a chap back at the campsite, he said the Sika numbers are through the roof at the moment but as a first timer, I was lucky to see any let alone two.
I'm picking Te Iringa gets hammered though so I'm wondering where to scope out next. Was an awesome experience, especially from an ex pig hunter and someone who's only shot farm fellow. Any pointers on where to try next would be welcome but I figured someone would get some enjoyment out of this yarn.
Heres to the next adventure.
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