Thread: Hunting in the Snow

If there was one hut I hated, it was the triangle. Not the hut itself but the mind tricks the walk back up to tops played on me. There is a continual number of benches with skylines. You never ever seem to reach the top. You aim for the skyline and get there to find another, and another, and another. I always preferred heading to the head of the Orua and being able to see the top on my climb out.

One winter trip I did up along those tops with My brother and mate, we hunted hard for a couple of days with no result. The last day My brother went one way and Rex and I another. We all agreed if one or other of us saw a couple of deer, to shoot them so the rest of us had meat for trip out.
Rex and I get back to turn off down to kelly Knights and heres five standing in the snow on opposite ridge. We drop 3 thinking one each is a comfortable load. Go over and bone them out etc. As we are doing so about 20+ trampers in a group appear on ridge we shot from. We give a friendly wave but they dont return it and hurry along.
It wasn't until we had finished and packed the meat across to that ridge and looked back that we realised why. Blood on snow! it looked like an absolute massacre! Blood scattered over a good half acre of hill face.

We got back to camp with our loads to find Mike there already. He had shot 2 stags. Bugger.