Thread: Dustoff for Willie Peters

Hey Scribe I'm getting there Chapter 7 now

Were in Waiouru 1989 and Mangohane Station about 14 or 15 years ago but make a point of going thru that block yearly.

My cousin worked there as a trapper and pretty ironic his initials are V.C and he fought in the Rhodesian war.

Originally Posted by Dundee

Hey Scribe I'm getting there Chapter 7 now

Were in Waiouru 1989 and Mangohane Station about 14 or 15 years ago but make a point of going thru that block yearly.

My cousin worked there as a trapper and pretty ironic his initials are V.C and he fought in the Rhodesian war.

War is tough on people. It certainly knocked poor bloody V.C around.

Originally Posted by Scribe

War is tough on people. It certainly knocked poor bloody V.C around.

You got that right Scribe. My kids often ask me who won the war (any war) my answer too them is no one wins

THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH - THEY WILL BE TO WEAK TO REFUSE

Originally Posted by Dundee

my answer too them is no one wins

Dundee, the cynic in me says that the arms manufacturers do!

Originally Posted by Rushy

Dundee, the cynic in me says that the arms manufacturers do!

No No 'rushy" Its all the fault of the MEEK, Its all this turn the other cheek stuff that causes the problems.

Originally Posted by Scribe

Its all this turn the other cheek stuff that causes the problems.

That is why from where I sit (which is at the extreme right of Genghis Khan) it is better to take and not need than it is to need and not take. Oops gave a little insight to my very un PC self there.

Originally Posted by Rushy

That is why from where I sit (which is at the extreme right of Genghis Khan) it is better to take and not need than it is to need and not take. Oops gave a little insight to my very un PC self there.

I hope my memory hasnt failed me here.... Remember before the Second World War. Neville Chamberlaine returning to Britain after Britain and France had just thrown Czeckoslovakia to the Wolves (Hitler and his cronies) Hitler could not believe his luck he was bluffing and blustering... and quite prepared to back down.

When Chamberlaine stepped onto the tarmac back in Britain his famous words were. "I give you peace in our time" Well that didnt bloody work did it.

I prefer myself.

How can man die better
than facing fearful odds
for the ashes of his father
and the temples of his Gods.

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I knew vern when he was there.
Off out there again next spring I still do the fencing there and just love the place for the veiws people that i meet and not to mention smacking over the odd veni.
I just wonder if i have met you Dundee at some time in the past.
I presume you are a mate of Hamish
Give me a pm if you keen for a chat

Originally Posted by Dundee

Hey Scribe I'm getting there Chapter 7 now

Were in Waiouru 1989 and Mangohane Station about 14 or 15 years ago but make a point of going thru that block yearly.

My cousin worked there as a trapper and pretty ironic his initials are V.C and he fought in the Rhodesian war.

Originally Posted by andyanimal31

I knew vern when he was there.
Off out there again next spring I still do the fencing there and just love the place for the veiws people that i meet and not to mention smacking over the odd veni.
I just wonder if i have met you Dundee at some time in the past.
I presume you are a mate of Hamish
Give me a pm if you keen for a chat

Missed out on the Lions (charity - Ronald McDonald house) 4WD trip earlier this year, too many other buggers had signed up, it went through Otupae, Mangohane, Erewhon, Black Hill and Ohinewairua.

Apparently Mangohane was the first sheep and beef farm in New Zealand to sell for more than $1 million (Warren Plimmer and Jim Bull brought it for around $1.3 million back in 1973... big money back then). I did a bit of work on Bulls other farms, never got up to Mangohane.

Originally Posted by Raging Bull

Missed out on the Lions (charity - Ronald McDonald house) 4WD trip earlier this year, too many other buggers had signed up, it went through Otupae, Mangohane, Erewhon, Black Hill and Ohinewairua.

Apparently Mangohane was the first sheep and beef farm in New Zealand to sell for more than $1 million (Warren Plimmer and Jim Bull brought it for around $1.3 million back in 1973... big money back then). I did a bit of work on Bulls other farms, never got up to Mangohane.

I remember the sale, we were out the back trapping and hunting then...We were also up there when this mob from the lions club came through on their bikes...I couldnt believe how many of them there was

Originally Posted by Scribe

I remember the sale, we were out the back trapping and hunting then...We were also up there when this mob from the lions club came through on their bikes...I couldnt believe how many of them there was

Yeah, it was auctioned off at the Napier Wool Exchange in December, 1973.

The limit for the Hunterville 4x4 Tour this year was 75 vehicles, thats a lot, but at $250 per vehicle (incl two passengers) and $50 per extra adult, $25 per child (13 and under), they would of raised a fair bit of coin for R McDonald House.

Originally Posted by Raging Bull

Yeah, it was auctioned off at the Napier Wool Exchange in December, 1973.

The limit for the Hunterville 4x4 Tour this year was 75 vehicles, thats a lot, but at $250 per vehicle (incl two passengers) and $50 per extra adult, $25 per child (13 and under), they would of raised a fair bit of coin for R McDonald House.

When all those motor bikes and vehicles arrived up there the deer thought they were all hunters arriving and so vanished from the face of the earth for a couple of days.

I never have forgotten the Plateau. Jim Warren the resident bonus hunter showing me around the block took me up there for my first visit.
We travelled up the Mangatera almost to Lake Colenso and turned up the Waikotore Stream, we cullers had a 1/2 sized tent camp half way up this stream. We climbed out of the gorge next morning up two beech logs wired together for a ladder (shades of Cave Creek) and hit the track between Taitapu and Ohutu Ridge. When we stepped out onto Ohutu Ridge I could not believe what wonderful country lay at my feet. The rolling hills covered in the golden tussock waving in the light autumn breeze and the valleys with their little patches of alphine beech forest that still survived on the shady and wet sides of the valleys that had seen all the fires of the Moa Hunters long ago.

I could faintly make out the airstrip at Ruahine Corner and the boundary of our block the Ikawatea River System, and No Mans beyond. I could see the Otupae Range that still held mobs of 60 deer then, away in the distance. Futher out still was the Comet and the mountains of the Tongariro National Park while between in the hazy distance we had the Kaimanawa's and the Kawekas that beckoned and demanded a quick poach. Closer in we had Black Hill and Aorangi and all the local features, clearwater campsite, the Waikotore Stream and the most marvellous camp of all, in a sheltered basin in the forest on the most eastern point of Ohutu Ridge. Ohutu Ridge Tent Camp.

It is interesting, now only the iron chimney remains of the tent camp but the basin itself where the camp once stood in all its glory is now called by the locals Hind Park.

It must have had some effect on a man because I have never really left the place. Either in person or in spirit I am still at that place .

Originally Posted by Scribe

When all those motor bikes and vehicles arrived up there the deer thought they were all hunters arriving and so vanished from the face of the earth for a couple of days.

I never have forgotten the Plateau. Jim Warren the resident bonus hunter showing me around the block took me up there for my first visit.
We travelled up the Mangatera almost to Lake Colenso and turned up the Waikotore Stream, we cullers had a 1/2 sized tent camp half way up this stream. We climbed out of the gorge next morning up two beech logs wired together for a ladder (shades of Cave Creek) and hit the track between Taitapu and Ohutu Ridge. When we stepped out onto Ohutu Ridge I could not believe what wonderful country lay at my feet. The rolling hills covered in the golden tussock waving in the light autumn breeze and the valleys with their little patches of alphine beech forest that still survived on the shady and wet sides of the valleys that had seen all the fires of the Moa Hunters long ago.

I could faintly make out the airstrip at Ruahine Corner and the boundary of our block the Ikawatea River System, and No Mans beyond. I could see the Otupae Range that still held mobs of 60 deer then, away in the distance. Futher out still was the Comet and the mountains of the Tongariro National Park while between in the hazy distance we had the Kaimanawa's and the Kawekas that beckoned and demanded a quick poach. Closer in we had Black Hill and Aorangi and all the local features, clearwater campsite, the Waikotore Stream and the most marvellous camp of all, in a sheltered basin in the forest on the most eastern point of Ohutu Ridge. Ohutu Ridge Tent Camp.

It is interesting, now only the iron chimney remains of the tent camp but the basin itself where the camp once stood in all its glory is now called by the locals Hind Park.

It must have had some effect on a man because I have never really left the place. Either in person or in spirit I am still at that place .

I bet they did.

Did you ever carry a camera back then? Would be great to see some photos of your old camps?