Thread: Taking my daughter out for the Roar

There had been a couple of missed opportunities in recent months however in late March the promise was reaffirmed - I would take my daughter deer hunting during the school holidays in the hope she could secure her first deer and, hopefully, her first stag.

Mikayla is 14 and is no stranger to hunting and shooting having been out with me regularly since turning 3. Her abilities have flourished in the last 18 months. Goat hunting, wallaby hunting and frequent rabbit shooting trips have honed her skills and I now stand watching her on the hills, immensely proud of her confidence and competence. Mikki enjoys the challenges that our recreation presents on each and every outing, be it the walk, the hunt or the shooting.

Last week we headed into Milford Sound. It was the first time Mikki had been there and she seemed to enjoy the stories and history lessons I told to fill in the long drive. The short helicopter ride to our hunting spot was a thrill of course as was that incredible silence that envelopes you once the noise of the helicopter dulls to just the sound of the trees.

We set up camp and in true tradition, enjoyed a brew before heading out for a hunt. Mikayla is not a tea drinker. Kids these days rarely seem to be. But to humour me she had a cup of tea and seemed to be happy enough with the bitterness - no milk, no sugar. Probably a bit mean of me in retrospect. I note she's not had any since returning.

TIME FOR A BREW


We hunted up a creek bed with no water. Strange for Fiordland. About 2km up we found the point where the stream of perfectly clear flowing water ended its tumble down the rounded rocks in the creek to eventually make the rest of its seaward journey underground… at least until the next rainfall. There was plenty of evidence of how this lame excuse for a creek becomes a raging torrent, several meters deep in places judging by the huge debris trail up on the higher ground.

NO WATER TODAY... BUT TOMORROW MIGHT BE DIFFERENT.


THE LAST POOL BEFORE THE WATER WENT UNDERGROUND


Cautiously peering around a huge rock that sat at the bottom of a large slip, a hind was feeding nearby. I positioned Mikki between the rock and a tree trunk so she could see. She looked back at me and held up 3 fingers. Sure enough, 3 hinds were now visible. I used the rangefinder to confirm what I already knew... the deer were just 45 metres away and with the slightest of zephyr in our favour, they had no idea they were being watched. I took several photos and a couple of videos for prosperity. We discussed our options in a whisper. Mikayla made a judgement call - wise beyond even my maturity! We already had enough meat in the freezer and where there are girls, there might be a boy lurking. The hinds would be left to have babies in Spring. We backed off, quietly retreating back down the creek.

WATCHING - A HIND IS VISIBLE AT TOP RIGHT BETWEEN THE TREE AND THE ROCK


With the last of the suns rays glowing through the beech we hunted back towards camp. Eventually we broke out onto a clearing where a sharp bark had us searching the shadows. I saw an animal move from right to left about 80m ahead but it was almost dark now and I couldn't quite make out what it was. By the movement I guessed it was a hind but moments after it disappeared into the bush to our left, it seemed to reappear again. Whether or not it was the same animal I couldn't say but I was now very definitely looking at a stag. I raised my binoculars to try and check out the rack. In the dark it was difficult to tell but he was either a very good 8-pointer or an average 10-pointer. His body bulk looked too small to be anything better than that. I whispered to Mikayla... "Be quick... he's not going to stand there for long!" Mikki, meanwhile, had dropped herself onto a small mound and had organised herself into a perfect prone shooting position. I didn't want to move to her side as the stag was very aware of my presence so I raised my binos and waited for the bang that was certain to happen any second. It never came. Eternity passed. The stag bolted back to the safety of the bush to live another day.

THE LAST OF THE SUNLIGHT


In the subsequent debrief it seems there must have been two deer on the clearing, first a hind, then a stag. Mikki informs me she lined up on the hind and was just about to pull the trigger when it turned and fled. That hesitation was all it took to miss out on her first deer. She never saw the stag which was standing further to her right, in the darker area of the clearing. Meanwhile she was confused as to why I was encouraging her to shoot something that had already departed. Arrr yes, the joys of hunting. The remainder of the trip was wet as only that part of the world can be, interspersed with sandflies and more rain. There were a few 'moans' from the local stag but we couldn't entice him back into our sights, however an additional highlight was watching a single Blue Duck enjoying the rain. I really have a soft spot for those birds, they're bloody funny characters.

I took my son to this same location about 6 years ago and we shot an 11-pointer in the very same clearing we'd seen the stag on this trip. My recollection was he enjoyed the experience however, being a male, little was said about how he felt or what he did and didn’t enjoy. My daughter was polar opposite – everything was ‘amazing’- the shear walls of the Sound, the multiple waterfalls, the sun in the trees, the musky smell of the forest, the cold wet rain...everything was magical in the eyes of my teenage daughter. Nothing was left for granted, nothing was left unseen. Nothing was simply black and white, rather it was all hues of colour. Hundreds of photos were taken and I came away with a new appreciation for the bush myself. Taking my young lady hunting was pure joy and despite the cold, despite the hardships, despite the sandflies, despite my cups of tea morning and night, Mikayla can’t wait to get back into the hills and try to locate her first deer. Nor can I.

Well said.
Sharing time in the bush with my kids is something I’ll always treasure

Very cool ive got a 14yr old kayla as well we get out a little bit she even picks up sighn and things i miss on our armed tramps

Bloody awesome

Good stuff, looking forward to the next episode and wish both luck!
I like your style of writing too.

That's what it's all about man awesome.

Cheers Lads, appreciate the feedback.
@Sideshow - that's probably just because I remember some basic grammar rules and use punctuation. Haha.

You can't get it much better than that , great trip by all accounts.

You can't beat time away with your daughter hunting, what a great trip

Originally Posted by planenutz

Cheers Lads, appreciate the feedback.
@Sideshow - that's probably just because I remember some basic grammar rules and use punctuation. Haha.

@planenutz maybe but I also liked that there was no swearing, or slang used. You brought across the essence of what your daughter felt and how that made you feel. It’s pretty awesome in my opinion. I also know from personal experience how much time it takes to write up these trip reports. My one on Stewart Island took an age! Might be something to do with being dyslexic anyway as I said looking forward to round two
ps like that sunset photo it’s a goodie

That’s some fantastic time spent with your daughter. Hope to do the same hunting trips myself with mine before they get too busy to want to hang with dad.

Cheers @Sideshow. Nice words. Mikayla takes some nice photos and in fact won a few prizes for her photography recently. Gets it from her Dad of course.

@kiwijames - you need to get these trips done before they go from Dad's Little Princess to Bitch Princess. When that change happens depends on the parents and the hormons but typically between 16 and 18. I'm packing in as much time as I can with her now in the hope I can still have her trust and respect during those difficult years ahead. I fear they're not far away.

It's all about giving them time and that's easy to do when you get tactile feedback like I did on this trip.

Interesting reading the different perspectives you have had between your son and daughter. Really great to hear how the great outdoors is seen by others.

A very excellent adventure.

Hey mate, well done, good little read there


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