I did it about 7 years ago on the 22nd of December flew up from Christchurch had a very late night on the 21st at our work knock off flew in to Palmerston North got the old boy to drop me off at the road end and started beating the feat. Very jaded for some reason I didn’t lace my boots and had blisters before I even got over the farmers paddock and into the doc land . Boots now tight blisters rubbing the dog disturbed a wasp nest and we got stung a lot. I was meeting a mate on the tops he was already in their it was very very hard walking away from the hut that afternoon and pushing on for the tops, I mad it eventually and just when I though “F#*k this I’ll camp on the next flat spot” I got around the corner and obviously my mate had the same thought and his tent was in the middle of the track. We shot 3 deer the next morning packed up and had a cruisy night down at the hut and walked out the next day . So to this day I don’t no if it was the hangover wasps and blisters or if it really is that hard but man I remember it being a gutbuster
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