From around 4 years of age I just started following Dad though the bush stalking deer. We predominantly hunted the dense scrubby bush of the Tongariro National Park and also had a private access farm, family owned out the back of Otorohanga. For some reason it just always stuck with me, whenever he asked if I wanted to come the answer was always yes and if he went without me I would be gutted. As always I grew up progressing from slug guns and birds, to 22s and rabbits / possums and eventually took upon Dads Sako .243 which he still has to this day. The rest is history, it was just always my thing.
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