Thread: Any ex NZ forest service fellas here?

Originally Posted by Barry the hunter

no I think Hebe is bang on - that tag pictured is new - no lichen on it - if it was old FS would look old - but great days back then with the old NZFS surveying - loved doing the old shit lines - counting deer turd on set lines to establish population - if ya finished early one got to have an evening hunt in some very remote areas -same as bridge checks - finish early in summer a good 4 hours of evening hunting - I really miss those days - free grub- free helicopter- see some remote NZ - and great mates - what more could one ask for

I’m the same @Barry the hunter I still think about those days a lot. I really enjoyed the shit counts but as time went by I started to like the veg stuff just as much. Even leatherwood plots had their charms when you got to watch the sun go down over the hills at night from your tent flap.

Originally Posted by hebe

Even leatherwood plots had their charms when you got to watch the sun go down over the hills at night from your tent flap.

Leatherwood plots!!!
You must be touched in the head
Spent half a day on hands and knees negotiating a very old permolat route completely overgrown by leatherwood just to get at the headwaters of the Pohangina from Howletts

Recently spotted on a few roar beats in a large Sth Canty Doc valley.50 mtr interval permalat and surprisingly in good operational order 50 yrs old veg grid markers with ally stakes in mid slope silver beech forest.Forest floor bare as a badger honed out by the red menace .vis =150 plus yrds[ATTACH]222700Any amount of runty stags seen with poor head gear.Nothing worth shooting

Originally Posted by XR500

Leatherwood plots!!!
You must be touched in the head
Spent half a day on hands and knees negotiating a very old permolat route completely overgrown by leatherwood just to get at the headwaters of the Pohangina from Howletts

They certainly were a bastard to measure. Lots of leaders and hell on the back from being bent forward for two days scrabbling around inside them. I only ever drew one tussock plot atop the Mokai Patea. That was living. Ruapehu to the north, McKinnon to the south, saw a dozen stags moving around the faces from plot while eating lunch and an after work hunt to boot.

I saw a lot of good country that I’ll never have the time or ability to reach ever again. It was awesome.