Thread: crispy frost at the oamaru

Ive met a few nut jobs in huts around the hills..
We flew into the Oamaru a few years back now. A couple of days later a bloke turned up late one evening, he walked in in sandals with a tree stand strapped to his back and a pack liner tied to it with a little gear in it (told us he forgot his boots). I cant remember his name, but he told two of us his name was (something) and our other party member it was (something else), so we were calling him different names the whole time and he never corrected us. He had fuck all food with him and was very vague as to his plans, in the whole time we were there maybe 3 or 4 days more he only went for one morning hunt, spent the rest of the time just staring blankly out the hut window. On our final morning we packed up and took all our gear down to the helipad, I decided to quickly double check we hadn't left anything, ran back up to the hut and he was standing looking into the now empty meat safe, as I walked off he started opening and slamming the door to the safe continuously , then when the chopper finally arrived he came running down and asked if we could fly out all of his stuff, the answer was no as we were already close to the limit on the way in and had venison in the chopper on the way out.
Who knows what happened but there were a few screws loose, in fact it wouldn't surprise me if he's still up his tree stand somewhere..