Thread: When men were men

Originally Posted by bumblefoot

@Micky Duck This was my first hunting book. I devoured it. Read and re-read it continuously for a couple of years... I was on $48 a week as an apprentice butcher in 1979, and the book cost me $5 new. And; my mum hit the roof that I would spend so much money on a book! Many years later I loaned it out and it never got returned....... Forrester was my hero.........

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Yep yep all good stuff there. Rex wrote a few good chopper books and one guy well mentioned in those books would take me away into the hills for missions, scary being a whipper with him and his pilot mate as they recite where they had to ditch her there one evening or there where they lost their mate on that face one morning.
Sitting at a hut later that night you can imagine my surprise when he says, “jeez boy, I bet your old man has a lot of cool stories, imagine how many pigs and deer he’s shot over the years. We all wanted to hunt with your father and his legendary dog”…

I was at a hut named after Rex F son last evening.

Those Urewera hills have such an aura about them, spiritual and almost scary. If only they could talk…imagine.
I remember fondly as a young fella sitting in those huts, listening to dad, my poppa Des, his mate Tom or whoever it was as the bullshit flew, the Joseph Kuhtze or whiskey was consumed, the Rata fires roared, the hot-water bottles froze and the rat’s were baited with soap and aptly shot out of the hut window’s with 250’s and 270’s.

All I ever wanted to do was sleep after following those 60+ year old pricks around those Okahu hills all day but over time,as I grew all I ever wanted was to be just like them, I never was though.


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