Good read and photos there Cigar.Look after those knees,i allways carry a few pain killers.Sounds like you had a lot of gear to carry around.Pretend you are not using a chopper,Your pack load will stay lighter.
Oh, I had a good selection of painkillers...paracetamol, ibuprofen, tramadol and codeine! I only took some ibu on one night though, as I'm wary of masking the pain and carrying on and doing more damage.
But yeah, I had way too much gear, and that was the main cause of my problem, though I do randomly have knee issues occur on downhill walks, even with just a daypack. I packed and repacked several times at home in the days prior to the trip, trying to decide what to leave. My pack was around 30kg, so looking at around 35kg when you add rifle and binos.
Mid 90's I did a 9 day trip the length of the Ruahines. Pack started at 65 lb (29.5kgs) plus Sportco 222. Lots of freeze dry but none of the flash harry lightweight gear we have access to now. Got the weight down by eating a lot then shot a spiker along the Sawtooth, but only carted the yummy bits along for the rest of the trip.
Concur about carrying a pharmacy with you. Not to keep on slogging out buggered joints, but to get you out, or back to camp if you twist or tweak anything.
Day 8 – Thursday 8th December
Out the door at 7am, and despite the poor forecast and a very cold easterly, it was surprisingly pleasant if you were out of the wind. I headed down the bottom of the clearing again, glassing on the way, and checked out the recent sign on the clay pans. It looked like the hind and yearling were still around, and some large tracks as well, possibly a red, or maybe a large sika stag. I headed my way back towards the hut, looking for a new lookout point closer to the sign than the 400-500m of my usual spot. I found a likely looking spot and got the rangefinder out. As I did so I looked across the gully and saw a deer feeding amongst the manuka. I ranged it at 260m, so set the CDS to a couple of clicks past 2.5, took the bino harness off and lay down. The spot was no good, with the tips of scrub in the way, so I moved to another spot a few metres downhill between two small manuka bushes. Much better. I could see through the scope the deer was a young stag, so I lined up on the shoulder and sent a 178gr ELD-X on it’s way. Admittedly the crosshairs weren’t as steady as when I was pretend shooting the hind and yearling a couple of days earlier, but I saw the deer stiffen and tip backwards into the scrub so I was confident of a good shot.
It looked like a steepish climb down to the creek then up to the deer, and I thought maybe coming along the ridge on the other side then dropping down might be a better option. I took some waypoint projections, and decided to head back to the hut for a quick breakfast before recovering the deer.
After grabbing what I needed (pack, trekking poles, etc) and leaving what I didn’t (bino’s and rifle) I headed off to find my deer. I decided to head down the gully as I figured it would be easier to find the right spot from below rather than from above.
I got to a small bluff just before the scrub area the deer was in, then saw the creek dropped over a waterfall just ahead of me. Bugger. I started to head uphill to climb above the bluff, then noticed there was a small patch of beech trees on the other side a bit further downstream. I figured they might provide a better pathway, so crossed the creek again, climbed up a bit, and sidled over before dropping into the patch of beech. Looking down, it didn’t look hopeful, with a steep face with not many trees to hang on to, but by following some deer tracks I found a good track to the bottom, then started climbing the other side, trying to work out which grass patch was the correct one. The dog was sick of waiting for the slow human and went on ahead, coming back to check on me now and then. After quite a bit of climbing and searching I was starting to think maybe I wasn’t going to find the deer when I peered through a gap in the scrub and spotted some pale grey – yay, I had found dinner!
The deer was caught up in some manuka on a steep little face, and I considered trying to throw it down the hill and do the butchering on flat ground by the creek, but I was worried it might get hung up where I couldn’t get to it, so I decided to butcher it where it was, using the manuka trunks as footholds. At one point I put a backsteak on top of my pack, and told the dog sitting next to it not to eat it. As I was removing the second backsteak I heard a noise, and turned around just in time to reclaim the first backsteak from a dog who now has the new nickname of the Backsteak Bandit.
I'm bored now Dad, I'm gonna have a nap
Once the butchering was done, I loaded the meat in my backpack and headed uphill into the beech, up to the top of the ridge, then along the ridge back to the hut, and loaded the meat into the meatsafe. The recovery had taken 2.5 hours – 45 minutes walk/climb each way and 1 hour for butchery.
After a cleanup and lunch, the rest of the day was spent collecting firewood and relaxing, and a bit of a hut tidy-up in preparation for the family arriving the next day. Dinner that night was venison eye fillet, heart, and of course some freeze-dri.
Loving this tale mate. Good stuff.
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AWESOME! Keep the story coming. PLEASE.
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