Many moons ago took a relation out hunting Sika. He'd hunted bunnies on a family farm as a kid, but never been proper hunting. I asked if he was fit, got the "yeah, do marathons, played squash competitively for the past 10 years etc etc. He had the typical 'Norwegian racing sardine' body type.
Spotted a nice fat Sika hind about 100m up out of the Rangitikei river at about 6pm (Dec hunt). So down we went, popped the hind and boned her out and filled the one back pack. He took it for the first haul back to the top...lasted about 200m. Then I took over. Its normally about an hour with an animal back to the top, but we were still on a gnarly spur come dark. Despite numerous stops on the way up he was close to expiring by the sounds emanating from his body and I still had the pack and his torch was flat.
We got back to the tent, and I had to make like it had been a particularly arduous retrieve, despite it being pretty standard fare for those days. So he didn't feel too outclassed for a marathon runner.
The next morning as he slept the sleep of the just my two mates asked what had I done to him! They just couldn't equate the expedition he regaled them with, to the typical Southern Kaimanawas evening hunt I felt we had done.
And no, he never asked to do another hunt with us
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