Interesting first Wellington hunt.
I have been up here now for 4 odd months and haven’t yet had the opportunity to get out and explore.
I found myself with a day off and decided to head out for a wee day trip with my brother in law and try reduce the local goat population. After some last minute advice from @Tahr I was up before the dawn and heading up into the Rimutakas as the sun rose.
At the top of the first hill we were greeted with a beautiful unfolding vista of rolling hills, looking out to Lake Wairarapa. There looked to be some promising country to sit and glass over, but first we wanted to check out the area we had been told about. Within minutes of entering the bush I heard what I genuinely thought was a pig snorting at us from a ways off. I stalked through the bush and back out into the scrub (yuck by the way) and managed to bowl this little guy over. Not a pig after all!
After a little more bush stalking we decided to head back to the big open country (felt more like home) and sat and glassed for a while. It wasn’t long before we spotted several small groups of goats. Some around 800m away others 550m. We decided to head down to a prominent rock down the valley to have a crack at the closer lot. It took some negotiating (this country is STEEP!!) but before long we were setup just shy of 300m away. A long shot but doable particularly as we couldn’t get any closer. As we were setting up they spotted us and started milling around and heading away. At the first shot they all just bolted in every direction. We are pretty sure we got two, and and clipped a third before they were all out of sight.
We decided to carry on down the valley and come up the other side and see if we could bump any more goats. As we were coming down the cloud rolled in. And with it the rain. The forecast was only for a little, but apparently the weather hadn’t seen the forecast. It wasn’t super heavy but enough to get us very wet, very quickly!
I had one very scary moment climbing a rock face. I was about 4m up the climb, with the valley spreading out below me (did I mention STEEP?) I was going slowly and carefully mostly due to the now wet rock being more slippery. I pulled myself up using a rock handhold. I was nearly the whole way up when the handhold came off in my hand. I teetered for a second then regained my balance, shitting myself. Very close call indeed!
As we reached the summit the weather intensified and wind began to pick up. We decided it was time to call it quits, and made the long slow journey back around the ridge towards the carpark and warmth of the truck.
I am not much of a bush hunter as I prefer the big open spaces of the tops. This trip has cemented that hahaha. Our trip back was horrible. Scrambling, climbing, ducking, crawling through now sodden bush/scrub made for two very wet, tired and grumpy hunters.
We finally made it back to the main track leading back to the carpark. I relaxed maybe a little too much. On the way down (5 mins from the truck!!) I stepped on one of the wooden water ways they had cutting the track for draining. My legs went sideways, and I went down like a sack of shit, smashing my good knee into the rocks.
My brother turned and looked at me and said “oh no” in a “this is really bad” type of voice. I thought maybe I had broken something and just couldn’t feel it yet? Well I did break something. I now know that the force required to snap a powlonia carbon fibre epoxy rifle stock is less than 95kg of dead weight!
Looks like I have a new project in the works! If anyone has a cheap Remington 700 SA stock kicking around they don’t want to get me back up and running I might be interested!
Overall my first Wellington hunt was a mixed bag. No regrets though, I would rather be out there doing it than sitting at home binging something!




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