Thread: When men were men

..have at it all you young at heart grey beards.
let us know about the days of culling and meat hunting.... and buggeritall you meat hwks join in too..Rex Forresters books on the era spurred this K1W1 into the sport and my dreams were filled with riding the strop and piles of carcasses waiting for pick up.

Do stories recounted to you by old cullers and meat hunters count?

plurry oath it does...if we dont keep them alive the stories will die.

I was actually wondering - can anyone recommend good books of old nz hunting stories? With lockdown all we can do is dream..

I found this pic online of the rifles to use for hunting in that book.... Parker Hales 303s and ex military 303s and Mausers

Originally Posted by thatguy

I was actually wondering - can anyone recommend good books of old nz hunting stories? With lockdown all we can do is dream..

This is a good starting point https://thehunter.nz/recommended-hunting-books/

But be advised that many of these books are now collectors items and are priced accordingly, the Banwell ones particularly so. I would also recommend all three of Peter Ryan’s books as well, true modern day classics

Originally Posted by thatguy

I was actually wondering - can anyone recommend good books of old nz hunting stories? With lockdown all we can do is dream..

How about a dvd ?

Get yourself a copy of this !!

https://pilotshop.co.nz/products/the...reat-adventure

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@Micky Duck This was my first hunting book. I devoured it. Read and re-read it continuously for a couple of years... I was on $48 a week as an apprentice butcher in 1979, and the book cost me $5 new. And; my mum hit the roof that I would spend so much money on a book! Many years later I loaned it out and it never got returned....... Forrester was my hero.........

Originally Posted by bumblefoot

@Micky Duck This was my first hunting book. I devoured it. Read and re-read it continuously for a couple of years... I was on $48 a week as an apprentice butcher in 1979, and the book cost me $5 new. And; my mum hit the roof that I would spend so much money on a book! Many years later I loaned it out and it never got returned....... Forrester was my hero.........

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Yep yep all good stuff there. Rex wrote a few good chopper books and one guy well mentioned in those books would take me away into the hills for missions, scary being a whipper with him and his pilot mate as they recite where they had to ditch her there one evening or there where they lost their mate on that face one morning.
Sitting at a hut later that night you can imagine my surprise when he says, “jeez boy, I bet your old man has a lot of cool stories, imagine how many pigs and deer he’s shot over the years. We all wanted to hunt with your father and his legendary dog”…

I was at a hut named after Rex F son last evening.

Those Urewera hills have such an aura about them, spiritual and almost scary. If only they could talk…imagine.
I remember fondly as a young fella sitting in those huts, listening to dad, my poppa Des, his mate Tom or whoever it was as the bullshit flew, the Joseph Kuhtze or whiskey was consumed, the Rata fires roared, the hot-water bottles froze and the rat’s were baited with soap and aptly shot out of the hut window’s with 250’s and 270’s.

All I ever wanted to do was sleep after following those 60+ year old pricks around those Okahu hills all day but over time,as I grew all I ever wanted was to be just like them, I never was though.


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In Scotland right after WWII there was a legendary Highland poaching gang that used a lorry kitted out with searchlights and a modified anti-aircraft Bren gun mounted on the back...

Originally Posted by caberslash

In Scotland right after WWII there was a legendary Highland poaching gang that used a lorry kitted out with searchlights and a modified anti-aircraft Bren gun mounted on the back...

You can't leave us hanging like that

Originally Posted by caberslash

In Scotland right after WWII there was a legendary Highland poaching gang that used a lorry kitted out with searchlights and a modified anti-aircraft Bren gun mounted on the back...

using mil surp machine guns to poach the aristocratic class's favorite spots. Love it.

Ahh yes. Memories of steep hills, leaky rumpty huts, even rumptier bivvies, heavy Anson D-ring boots festooned with hobnails and tricounies, Mountain Mule tanker frame packs, white spirit stoves, bulky food (apart from Deb instant mashed spuds and freeze-dried peas), woollen clothing which weighed a ton when wet, an oilskin parka, a Fairydown bag, my trusty .303 and a Green River knife. Those were the days! Yeah, right. Looking back we must have been bloody mad! Still, I wouldn't have missed it for quids! Hitting civilisation after a few weeks in the hills with a pocketful of cash also conjures up a few memories! The gear available today makes us look like Neanderthals!

Originally Posted by gundoc

Ahh yes. Memories of steep hills, leaky rumpty huts, even rumptier bivvies, heavy Anson D-ring boots festooned with hobnails and tricounies, Mountain Mule tanker frame packs, white spirit stoves, bulky food (apart from Deb instant mashed spuds and freeze-dried peas), woollen clothing which weighed a ton when wet, an oilskin parka, a Fairydown bag, my trusty .303 and a Green River knife. Those were the days! Yeah, right. Looking back we must have been bloody mad! Still, I wouldn't have missed it for quids! Hitting civilisation after a few weeks in the hills with a pocketful of cash also conjures up a few memories! The gear available today makes us look like Neanderthals!

You forgot to add; the b.o. pong around you after weeks in the bush and how others in civilization noticed it even when you didn’t !

Seems an ok spot to throw up some sorta shelter eh..lol can get a tad damp over in the Off Topic area.