Thread: When Possums Attack

So the other weekend I was on a solo trip in the Kaimanawas. After finishing half of the back country mexican meal (tasted like offal) I decided to leave this on the INSIDE of my tent, neatly placed in the corner by my feet. I tucked myself into bed with my ear plugs securely placed, toasty like a bug in a rug ready for sleep after a big day stalking on the hill.

3 hours later I woke to a dead weight on my legs.. It was a big ass possum! I smacked the thing as hard as I could and it bolted through the freshly torn big hole through the meshing of my nice Kuiu Mountain Star tent.

I looked around the floor of my tent to find the disgusting mexican backcountry had been attacked and splattered everywhere.. All while I was asleep! I cleaned it all up after about 30 minutes and tried to go back to sleep. Literally 5 minutes later the bastard came straight back in for more!

I had enough. It was 10:30PM and I decided to walk 4 hours back to the truck in the dead of the night. Shortly after packing all my gear up I spotted the possum and split him in half. Stoked.

Who would you guys recommend to repair this? Insurance have covered it which is pretty sweet.

Hahaha! Had the same thing happen with a big arsed rat that ate its way through my tent when we were camped at Pleasant Flat the night prior to flying into the Landsborough. Ever since then I've always tried to hang my food up somewhere critters can't get it. A mate of mine had a hedge hog stumble into his camp and try burrow its way into his sleeping bag with him in the middle of the night..haha.

As for fixing...I'd replace? Are insurance replacing or fixing??

You split the possum in half? The force is strong with you.

Claim the insurance, but it back from them at 10% of value then fix it with gaffa tape. No one will notice ...

Went on a school trip to Daly Flats many years ago, Teacher knew aaaalllll about Possums and had the kids feeding them cut up apple. We fixed him by putting a few bits of cut up apple inside his tent. He knows even more about possums now!! ------ and how to yell and scream and run inside a tent!!

Claim insurance then sell that to me cheap

pack a mini12g next time -If the hairy arsey aussie crim decides to break in -you know the rest .
speaking of which -as kids on the coast we always had huts up the bush .we had an old oatsack hammock in hours .camping out in our hut one night yup we had that visitor who proceeded to piss and bark at all and sundry -mate burnt my arse (through the hammock as he chased the focker round the hut with a lighted candle and big heay old frypan)
In a very sweeping forehand (ala Ste phi graf in her prime at wimbledon)he clean bowled the bastard into a big rimu tree.dunno if that or the subsequent frypan tenderising killed it ,either way buggered the skin completely.
my uncle shot one in the washhouse at our old family home in moana -12"range -both barrells -jacko lost the plot and his head from shoulders up.!short sharp effective behavioural remedies that!

Twin Needle in CHCH will fix it.

Originally Posted by JoshC

Hahaha! Had the same thing happen with a big arsed rat that ate its way through my tent when we were camped at Pleasant Flat the night prior to flying into the Landsborough. Ever since then I've always tried to hang my food up somewhere critters can't get it. A mate of mine had a hedge hog stumble into his camp and try burrow its way into his sleeping bag with him in the middle of the night..haha.

As for fixing...I'd replace? Are insurance replacing or fixing??

Insurance are paying out the cost of a replacement minus the depreciation amount, which is about $90 @JoshC

Thatl learn ya if you hadn't of had ear plugs in you mite have heard it before he launched his attack !

We got into all sorts of shit in Queensland 3 or so years ago. We were camping in some back country bush spot high up on the Divide minding our own business. A delicate flower power hippy woman arrived in her hand painted multicolour slidey-door-irritating-as-fuck-wizz-bang van, and as weirdos always seem to want to do, decided to set up her camp right next to ours. Why the hell do they do that??!! Millions of square KM to choose from and they want to be right next to us. Maybe she found me super attractive. Or maybe she fancied the wife, who knows.

Anyway, we'd been bothered by possums at night that many times I'd grown very weary of them, and was prepared. As soon as the local mongrel fur ball arrived to starting raiding our camp, I was out with the bat, the wife with the Maxtoch torch. She shone the torch in its face, I sent it on a one way trip to the other side of the clearing. And turned round to get back into our swag.

The hippy possum crusader was sitting in the pitch dark outside her van in a meditative trance waiting for the delightful creatures to turn up, which she'd encouraged by leaving fruit around OUR CAMP. She went absolutely mental at us, hysterical. She was in such a state that I feared for my safety! Wasn't worried about the wife, she's pretty staunch, can look after herself. We had to leave the next morning, quite quickly, as this hairy armpitted possum crusader had driven off to find a cell phone signal to report us. Man, she was mad at us.

Anyway, some while later we got a phone call from our mate back in WA who was looking after our mail while we were away. There was a letter from the Dept of Enviro & Science challenging us on the incident, with various demands and threats of punitive outcomes. Which we completely ignored. Can only assume they used the Hilux rego to find us.

Never that good an idea to ignore things official, I suppose, and true as nuts a second letter arrived some several weeks after that, detailing a sworn statement from the dreadlocked one which was utterly hilarious, exaggerated to such an extent I was surprised they'd taken it seriously (hunting possums, evidence of killing several possums, etc etc).

Anyway, by the time that letter arrived we were about to put the truck on the ship in Sydney and come home to NZ. I wrote to the Dept eventually, from NZ, just to make sure there wasn't a chance of a nasty surprise in the future. We claimed ignorance of the law, referencing what possums mean to us in NZ, being a misguided foolish, ignorant twat, very very sorry, only just got the letters... would love to meet the hippy and apologise in person... so very sorry... they let us off eventually with a formal warning and a request that should we be near Dorrigo of all places, we should call into the Department of Fluffy People and receive some education on the matter.

Originally Posted by Flyblown

We got into all sorts of shit in Queensland 3 or so years ago. We were camping in some back country bush spot high up on the Divide minding our own business. A delicate flower power hippy woman arrived in her hand painted multicolour slidey-door-irritating-as-fuck-wizz-bang van, and as weirdos always seem to want to do, decided to set up her camp right next to ours. Why the hell do they do that??!! Millions of square KM to choose from and they want to be right next to us. Maybe she found me super attractive. Or maybe she fancied the wife, who knows.

Anyway, we'd been bothered by possums at night that many times I'd grown very weary of them, and was prepared. As soon as the local mongrel fur ball arrived to starting raiding our camp, I was out with the bat, the wife with the Maxtoch torch. She shone the torch in its face, I sent it on a one way trip to the other side of the clearing. And turned round to get back into our swag.

The hippy possum crusader was sitting in the pitch dark outside her van in a meditative trance waiting for the delightful creatures to turn up, which she'd encouraged by leaving fruit around OUR CAMP. She went absolutely mental at us, hysterical. She was in such a state that I feared for my safety! Wasn't worried about the wife, she's pretty staunch, can look after herself. We had to leave the next morning, quite quickly, as this hairy armpitted possum crusader had driven off to find a cell phone signal to report us. Man, she was mad at us.

Anyway, some while later we got a phone call from our mate back in WA who was looking after our mail while we were away. There was a letter from the Dept of Enviro & Science challenging us on the incident, with various demands and threats of punitive outcomes. Which we completely ignored. Can only assume they used the Hilux rego to find us.

Never that good an idea to ignore things official, I suppose, and true as nuts a second letter arrived some several weeks after that, detailing a sworn statement from the dreadlocked one which was utterly hilarious, exaggerated to such an extent I was surprised they'd taken it seriously (hunting possums, evidence of killing several possums, etc etc).

Anyway, by the time that letter arrived we were about to put the truck on the ship in Sydney and come home to NZ. I wrote to the Dept eventually, from NZ, just to make sure there wasn't a chance of a nasty surprise in the future. We claimed ignorance of the law, referencing what possums mean to us in NZ, being a misguided foolish, ignorant twat, very very sorry, only just got the letters... would love to meet the hippy and apologise in person... so very sorry... they let us off eventually with a formal warning and a request that should we be near Dorrigo of all places, we should call into the Department of Fluffy People and receive some education on the matter.

HAHAHAHAHAH-yeah that's just shit funny. Aussies like their possums, or some do anyway.

I had a good laugh reading that to

Solo trip into the bush, and you wear earplugs? What the hell bro

Originally Posted by Tommy

Solo trip into the bush, and you wear earplugs? What the hell bro

He snores so loudly when he is sleeping that it keeps him awake?