Reading throught this is really neat and got me thinking about old huts I'd been to. First to come to mind is Cone hut in the tararuas, shot my first deer on the way there in 93 or 94. Spooked my first deer in the dark that trip to, scared the shit out of me. Dad sent me down river to check the flats in the evening by myself, would of been 13-14. Nothing seen but stumbling back in the dark walked straight in to a deer. Will never forget that trip.
Quick Google says the hut is still there in its original totara slab construction.
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