Stalking Woes

I don't doubt that it happened, but given the rather proactive stance of some officers and forces towards reducing the number of firearms in circulation it might be wise if FAC holders were to routinely refuse/withhold entry or access to their homes or vehicles without prior notification or warrant.
You’ve nothing to gain and possibly a lot to lose by inviting them in, so don’t do it.
That advice is the one precaution against losing your certs many of you routinely fail to follow.
Unless you’re absolutely certain that everything is absolutely as it should be, don’t admit police calling randomly to inspect your firearms and storage.
Even if you are all ship shape and squared away, get them to make an appointment anyway, allowing them entry on demand without prior notice seems to be encouraging some very bad habits to develop.
 
Not much of a story but it felt like it was at the time. As 18yr olds myself and two others flew into the Kaimanawas North Arm block for a week in late February 96, day break of day 3 we all tootled off in our chosen directions. While I was hunting through the head guts at the top end by dropping over ridges into each one I got carried away and to focused on the bush hunting and went off course over 1 ridge to far and dropped into the next block and subsequently the next watershed. No gps back then and I got completely bushed. On dark the following day I made it back to the hut absolutely knackered from not alot of sleep and climbing around lost for a day n half, when I walked through the door my good mate while cooking a feed looked up at me and said "how'd ya get on" funny bastard he was😅
 
I'm not sure if this qualifies but still makes me smile. This occurred, probably, 20+ years back when I was still in my prime--well late 40's early 50's.
I had an unsuccessful evening stalk at one of my permissions and, like you do, had a pifs on returning to the motor, shaking the drips off as I turned back to the car and standing there is the farmer's wife (not an unattractive lady in her early 40's) with a see through blouse and a strange look on her face. Always been pleasant conversation when I'd seen her before but never met her after I'd finished stalking--this is high summer and about 11:15 pm. She asked if I'd had any luck and wondered if I'd like to come in for a cuppa. Starting to think something wasn't as it should be, I declined and set off for home. I heard later that her old man had been caught "playing away from home" and she was looking for a bit of extra marital herself! I got the distinct impression that the Stalker was being stalked but I never fell for her charms.:oops:
 
I'm not sure if this qualifies but still makes me smile. This occurred, probably, 20+ years back when I was still in my prime--well late 40's early 50's.
I had an unsuccessful evening stalk at one of my permissions and, like you do, had a pifs on returning to the motor, shaking the drips off as I turned back to the car and standing there is the farmer's wife (not an unattractive lady in her early 40's) with a see through blouse and a strange look on her face. Always been pleasant conversation when I'd seen her before but never met her after I'd finished stalking--this is high summer and about 11:15 pm. She asked if I'd had any luck and wondered if I'd like to come in for a cuppa. Starting to think something wasn't as it should be, I declined and set off for home. I heard later that her old man had been caught "playing away from home" and she was looking for a bit of extra marital herself! I got the distinct impression that the Stalker was being stalked but I never fell for her charms.:oops:
The gralloch would have been interesting.
 
I was on the quad once after a successful stalk with fallow on front and rear racks and my new trigger sticks on the front rack under a fallow . I came to the gateway and hit a bit of a rutt in the ground making me bounce a little just as the dead fallow released my new sticks trigger extending the legs full length at just the time I past the hanging post bending all the legs ninety degrees.
 
Well I feel the need to say this before @NickJ pipes up.

Driving up to Perthshire for 2 days culling and got the haunting feeling at about Annan services I’d left something. That something was my ammo bag, containing bolt, mod, ammo.

Well my stalking companion used his well honed PR skills to tell every stalker in the NW about this, I had people I barely know give me s**t. Well deserved. He had a spare rifle thankfully. I blamed coming off night shifts 😬
I still tell everyone who has ever met you!
 
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