I think a few of us older buggers have seen this kind of thing a fair bit over the years. It is the absolute pits when a crew like this turn up where you are already camped. Sadly me and my wife have learnt to accept that it will happen from time to time, and we will simply pull up the tent pegs, pack up camp and move on without a second thought. One benefit is over the years we have learnt to camp very light. But it’s bloody annoying.
We cannot kid ourselves about how prevalent this kind of thing is. I’ve posted on here before about a night I spent at the Catlins Inn Owaka, about 5 yrs ago, on a road trip finding interesting new public land to hunt. Saturday night, All Blacks vs Australia, probably two dozen of the young hunters and their girls in the pub before the local pig hunting competition at the rugby club the next morning.
They got totally shitfaced and then at closing time went out spotlighting in the forestry up Morris Saddle Road.
Three utes, all drunk as fuck, none of the staff or locals in the pub batted an eyelid.
I slept in the little lean to behind the pub and visited the pig hunting competition the next morning, some of them were there, looking very very shabby indeed.
I hate to say this, and you know where I’m coming from, but it is part of the culture in some areas and in some parts of the general community. I’ve got a few more war stories like this, from out the back of Raetihi, one time up Watershed Road in the Wanganui, just recently on the east side of the Tararuas. Was with the family that time, middle of the night, very very bloody annoying. And what goes on on private land would make your hair stand on end.
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