Nar bit further north than that it was just south of Waitiki landing the pub was the Houhora Tavern.
Good times used to hunt 90 mile in an old VW with the bonnet ripped off pig dogs in the front. The pigs would come down at night to eat the sea weed and what ever else washed up. We would race down the beach in this thing see the pigs slam on the picks and dogs would go flying out the front into it.
Was really good until they all farted at once
The old battle wagon died though…..one night this tire went past uswe looked at each other? Where the feck did that come from?
Car then went into this huge side was slide straight to wards the sea and stopped fast in the sand.
From what we could see all the wheel nuts had stripped. Came back the next day only the roof was showing
Was a Long Walk back that Night the dogs kept on hitting pigs and we tired them up with our belts in the end.
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