new member from New Zealand

K,
Did several months work in bay of islands a few years back, hunted with rifle, dog and knife.
Love the country, must have rocks in my head to have come back.
Jimmy.
 
I was born in Aussie. I had been taken to the bush at the age of 5 by my dear old Dad. I was instantly in love...not with the taking of animals, just with nature..I think. As I grew I discovered hunting magazines. Now & then someone " godlike " had flown across a ocean to hunt the snow covered mountains of this fabled land of New Zealand. Animals inhabited this land, animals that were very different from the game I stalked in my home land but the greatest difference was the landscape. It was spectacular! I dreamt of hunting there but I was just a normal working person & just thought it was well out of my reach. At the age of 21 I left my job as a motor mechanic & purchased a Sports Store, it came with a firearms dealers licence. One day a scruffy looking guy about my age ambled through the door & gazed at some of my photos on the wall, mostly pigs, foxes etc. Anyhow..his name was Dave & he was Kiwi. We chatted & he invited me to hunt the Red Deer roar with him. I was 26 years old then. I flew to the South Island & was dropped by fixed wing up into a vast gravel strewn river valley. The pilot pointed to the surrounding peaks & crags & said Chamois & Tahr all through there...have fun. I was alone in a stunning place, hunting animals I never thought I would ever see in the flesh. After that 8 days I flew to the North Island & hunted Red Deer with Dave. The North Island is different land...the South Island... well I had found my place on earth...blue tinted streams filled with large trout, majestic snow capped mountains with exotic animals & best of all there was no one there...I mean the place was empty of humans. The Kiwis I did meet were so friendly, the place was stunningly beautiful & everyone that you met seemed to hunt...my place on earth had been found. It took another 35 years to free myself of work, mortgages, family & all those things that tie you to your birth place. 2 years ago I left Aussie for ever & myself & my 2 dogs jumped on a plane & here I am. In those preceding years I hunted here many times & about 7 years ago my nephew decided to come along. He like myself found himself in awe of this wonderful country. He will be here in a few weeks time & we will venture into the majestic mountains once more to hunt the mighty Red Stags of the Southern Alps. My trip is now a short drive. I love this country...I am at peace.
PS it's still basically free... huge areas of public land that you can hunt, fish, explore & you rarely bump another person.
 
I was born in Aussie. I had been taken to the bush at the age of 5 by my dear old Dad. I was instantly in love...not with the taking of animals, just with nature..I think. As I grew I discovered hunting magazines. Now & then someone " godlike " had flown across a ocean to hunt the snow covered mountains of this fabled land of New Zealand. Animals inhabited this land, animals that were very different from the game I stalked in my home land but the greatest difference was the landscape. It was spectacular! I dreamt of hunting there but I was just a normal working person & just thought it was well out of my reach. At the age of 21 I left my job as a motor mechanic & purchased a Sports Store, it came with a firearms dealers licence. One day a scruffy looking guy about my age ambled through the door & gazed at some of my photos on the wall, mostly pigs, foxes etc. Anyhow..his name was Dave & he was Kiwi. We chatted & he invited me to hunt the Red Deer roar with him. I was 26 years old then. I flew to the South Island & was dropped by fixed wing up into a vast gravel strewn river valley. The pilot pointed to the surrounding peaks & crags & said Chamois & Tahr all through there...have fun. I was alone in a stunning place, hunting animals I never thought I would ever see in the flesh. After that 8 days I flew to the North Island & hunted Red Deer with Dave. The North Island is different land...the South Island... well I had found my place on earth...blue tinted streams filled with large trout, majestic snow capped mountains with exotic animals & best of all there was no one there...I mean the place was empty of humans. The Kiwis I did meet were so friendly, the place was stunningly beautiful & everyone that you met seemed to hunt...my place on earth had been found. It took another 35 years to free myself of work, mortgages, family & all those things that tie you to your birth place. 2 years ago I left Aussie for ever & myself & my 2 dogs jumped on a plane & here I am. In those preceding years I hunted here many times & about 7 years ago my nephew decided to come along. He like myself found himself in awe of this wonderful country. He will be here in a few weeks time & we will venture into the majestic mountains once more to hunt the mighty Red Stags of the Southern Alps. My trip is now a short drive. I love this country...I am at peace.
PS it's still basically free... huge areas of public land that you can hunt, fish, explore & you rarely bump another person.

I was born in Aussie. I had been taken to the bush at the age of 5 by my dear old Dad. I was instantly in love...not with the taking of animals, just with nature..I think. As I grew I discovered hunting magazines. Now & then someone " godlike " had flown across a ocean to hunt the snow covered mountains of this fabled land of New Zealand. Animals inhabited this land, animals that were very different from the game I stalked in my home land but the greatest difference was the landscape. It was spectacular! I dreamt of hunting there but I was just a normal working person & just thought it was well out of my reach. At the age of 21 I left my job as a motor mechanic & purchased a Sports Store, it came with a firearms dealers licence. One day a scruffy looking guy about my age ambled through the door & gazed at some of my photos on the wall, mostly pigs, foxes etc. Anyhow..his name was Dave & he was Kiwi. We chatted & he invited me to hunt the Red Deer roar with him. I was 26 years old then. I flew to the South Island & was dropped by fixed wing up into a vast gravel strewn river valley. The pilot pointed to the surrounding peaks & crags & said Chamois & Tahr all through there...have fun. I was alone in a stunning place, hunting animals I never thought I would ever see in the flesh. After that 8 days I flew to the North Island & hunted Red Deer with Dave. The North Island is different land...the South Island... well I had found my place on earth...blue tinted streams filled with large trout, majestic snow capped mountains with exotic animals & best of all there was no one there...I mean the place was empty of humans. The Kiwis I did meet were so friendly, the place was stunningly beautiful & everyone that you met seemed to hunt...my place on earth had been found. It took another 35 years to free myself of work, mortgages, family & all those things that tie you to your birth place. 2 years ago I left Aussie for ever & myself & my 2 dogs jumped on a plane & here I am. In those preceding years I hunted here many times & about 7 years ago my nephew decided to come along. He like myself found himself in awe of this wonderful country. He will be here in a few weeks time & we will venture into the majestic mountains once more to hunt the mighty Red Stags of the Southern Alps. My trip is now a short drive. I love this country...I am at peace.
PS it's still basically free... huge areas of public land that you can hunt, fish, explore & you rarely bump another person.
Very jealous. I spent 12 months in NZ travelling and milking cows when I was 18. My base was a little place outside Rotarua. Really enjoyed the pig hunting in the Bush. The close encounters with some big stags at 10yrds was very nerve racking as a young lad. I live in Scotland at the moment, it reminds me alot of the places i hunted in over there. I'd love to eventually go back and take on the illusive Tahr.
 
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