Thread: Venison meat hunting in NZ in the past

the roughest had to be the old Murupara pub one kept ones back to the wall and no eye ball no one

I stayed clear of that pub, only ised the bottle store.

Originally Posted by Barry the hunter

the roughest had to be the old Murupara pub one kept ones back to the wall and no eye ball no one

Those times they were all entertaining , the DB @ Turangi could light up on occasions , the Spa in Taupo with 1/2 rounds around the walls to stop the damage , even the old lake Hotel in the middle of town , walking in there on a Friday evening was always a bit un nerving for a little honky teenager lol

This is what it's all about.Barry's post #133 re Ngati Porou
country Paua huas and DB vomit on the axeminster has got the running with the Judges so far.I'm challenging a yarn about investing your venny cheque at the local from the wild wild west coast.Plenty of tin pot one horse towns with 4 pubs on the coast just down the road from a Mairs chiller.You got your ears on @doinit ?? Yarn can contain Series 1 or Il Landys,C/saws,working girls,3 naught 3's,lead acid batteries........

Chief sensor @dannyb can keep it tidy with no reference to black guns, Credmores,Twiddly knobs and buttons on fu wish scopes.

Originally Posted by bluebaiter222

Chief sensor @dannyb can keep it tidy with no reference to black guns, Credmores,Twiddly knobs and buttons on fu wish scopes.

Wtf are ýou on about .......please no drinking before posting

Thankyou Barry for making my day .For my money the best post on this forum in the few years I've been on here.So well written,we can all visualise and smell the scene.Havnt laughed so hard for a long time.Tears rolling down me cheeks.Gold.

Someone once told me rules are made to be broken.Lake Sumner RHA so no hunting for filthy lucre.South Branch Hurunui with Bushy Stream opposite on the T.R. Eskhead Stn.Murupara Moonbeam velvety long before thermal gear was thought of.Nothing like Barry's East Coast monsters,but my best.Three hour haul chased by the blue bottles back to the wagon.200 lb & 3oz with a cracker 4kg A grade carried by the cameraman off to the Loburn chiller.Hang them over nite to drain then stumble down the valley floor but sure as shit still get plenty of blood down your date

Originally Posted by bluebaiter222

Thankyou Barry for making my day .For my money the best post on this forum in the few years I've been on here.So well written,we can all visualise and smell the scene.Havnt laughed so hard for a long time.Tears rolling down me cheeks.Gold.

Yi not alone yi know and I know you aint gunna be happy until we are wading around knee deep in blood n guts eh.
I've been busy today renailing the bullers,new bitta bike tube on the 4x Loopy but slightly pissed I can't find the Green River...guess it'll show...could be lying in the Landies spear eh.

Originally Posted by bluebaiter222

Attachment 250660Someone once told me rules are made to be broken.Lake Sumner RHA so no hunting for filthy lucre.South Branch Hurunui with Bushy Stream opposite on the T.R. Eskhead Stn.Murupara Moonbeam velvety long before thermal gear was thought of.Nothing like Barry's East Coast monsters,but my best.Three hour haul chased by the blue bottles back to the wagon.200 lb & 3oz with a cracker 4kg A grade carried by the cameraman off to the Loburn chiller.Hang them over nite to drain then stumble down the valley floor but sure as shit still get plenty of blood down your date

Shit my back n shoulders are aching looking at that..nice. I recall a coupla mates and my self once packed in three twelve volt acid batteries...one each pluss gear,bloody stupid fi sure but hey we put down a few each night with the big bright thingy,,nuts we were.

The hurt locker.Here we go again but no offsider to Carry the head and the gatt.kinda needed 3 hands to carry everything on steeper country.As I say no thermal and no suppressors,so tended to use quiet cals- trebly or .223.Now adays with cans go big and knock yourself out

Suns well up so must have slept in after a long nite stooging round the flats with the light.These would have been drained but badly struck

This is the best thread I've read on here in a long time, keep it up please gentlemen

A stag that nearly turned the tables.
As mentioned, my blue heeler Kim was adept at bring deer down to me in creeks. In this instance my mate Ross and me and Kim were hunting up a beautiful little tributary which had lovely close cropped little clearings dotted with mature trees, almost park like. We called the place christmas creek. The stream itself had cut down in most places about 3-6 feet and created a channel about 4-6 ft wide. The water seldom reached more than mid calf depth. One could sneak up the bed and peep over the edges to check out the more open areas. The valley floor was only about 20-50 yards wide and bordered by mature bush. Deet loved this sunny place.
Anyway, on this day we were sneaking up the creek, Ross a few yards ahead, me and Kim following. Ross was not a confident shot but a good keen mate. Both of us had open sights 303s. After a few hundred yards Kim started winding and wanted to get up the side but I kept her in hoping to get Ross a shot. Kim eventually did the cunning kuri trick and dropped back and disappeared before I noticed. I moved up stream a bit to warn Ross to have a squiz over the sides of the banks. Then he moved on, approaching a blind bend 20 yards ahead. We got around the bend and there 50 yards of straight in the next reach. Suddenly a stag came belting full tilt down the creek bed and no room to pass. I yelked at Ross Shoot Shoot. He yelked back I,'ll hit the dog! I yelled DROP; which he did. I shot the stag through the lower neck and it wrnt down headfirst into the shingle creek bed. The brow tines dug in and it somersalted landing on its back in the gap between Ross and me. Kim must have grabbed the rear hock just ad I shot and she went clear over Ross then stag then me, several feet in the air. Cripes, all three of us sat down by that stag and had a smoke and a brew after that. We were a bit luckier than the stag fortunately. Memorable, we still talk of it.

@Woody my pack would work long necks too.Set an ambush two days running ,with ching ching both days on good stags.Ol mate in the valley floor with radios in the truck ready to head for the chiller.Me and pack doing the high beat.Both days the kuris hauled two seperate stags 1000ft off the main Rimutaka Range into the Oronga valley floor.Stick em and roll them into the wagon.Day 2