Thread: off to stewart island

Went down April this year to Christmas Village block and in nine days hunting I never saw a deer though my son told me we got 'bushed' in the same shitty spot with a hind who passed me at three feet while I was trying to poke a hole through the dense stuff .........
"Why didn't ya say something ?"
"Didn't you hear me going 'Pssst' ?"

We had turns carrying that snider and we 'still hunted'.
The others in our group were 'sitters' - and they're the ones who saw and shot deer.

Funny thing about that trip was they had a 'cat catching team' down there - they caught them in wire cages, tagged them and let them go - we weren't allowed to shoot any. They trapped thirty of them in about three days and will be trialling a bait to knock 'em off.
Back in the sixties and seventies S.I. had some of the biggest cats I ever seen, we'd knock 'em off at the 'scrap heap' where we'd throw the bones etc.
In between then and now (apart from hunters whacking the odd one) cats have enjoyed an uninterrupted 53 years of pleasure scoffing whatever they wanted - or did they have some other cat scheme ?