Thread: The Great NZHS take a kid hunting comp

Back up there today with both Paige and Xavier this time and a mates son(rob) who I take hunting a bit.
Spyed a big billy and a pregnant nanny across the gully on the drive up and left them undisturbed in case I needed a back up plan.
On the walk up the last bit I could smell shit and looked at my boy and it was running down his pants
Great wondered why he was a bit subdued this morning.
Spyed some cautious goats right up high no doubt due to yesterdays effort.
I planned a stalk for Rob and gave him some strict instructions on handling my Sako and sent him up the hill while me and the kids walked back to the cruiser to change Xavier into his spare pants and undies.
We drove back up to where I had sent young Rob on his mission and watched his progress threw the binos.

I noticed a few goats above the spot he was sopost to sidle across to the target goats and as he got below them he did too.
I had already told him to approach from above and he headed up towards them spooking the whole group(good lesson there) they were long gone but he kept heading up so I risked a yell "To your fucking right" with a outstretched arm signal
Then he continued the planed stalk on the other goats which were now intently focused on me and my vehicle.....perfect.
It was great to watch him get to about 40y slightly above them and spot them I wish he had tried to find some sort of rest but he pulled of a funny looking(threw the binos) neck shot on a Nanny.
I watched him drag it for a bit then the boy had shit himself again and I had to deal with that. When I next spotted him there was no goat. I yelled out "wheres the goat??" and got a "cant here you" reply................ bulshit I could here him plain as day.
So when he got back down to me I asked where the goat was and he said he lost it when it rolled down.........I smelt a rat.
I said " One of us is going back up there to get that goat and if it ends up being me it will be a long time before I take you hunting again!" so off he went.
I accept that culling Goats or anything for that matter they are left but this is my mates place and its a favor to take newbeis up for a hunt. Also trying to instill some respect for the animal (why shoot it if your not going to use it)

He found it with relative ease and started dragging it.....I yelled out to roll it down in front of him and in no time he was at the bottom.


By now the boy had shit himself again and spewed all over himself his car seat and the back of my seat. Poor little bugger.
on the way back down I pointed out a white fallow doe and 5 commons over the other side of the farm. They are not shot on this property and its a good thing as its the only safe haven for the remains of the herd my father released 30 odd years ago on a nebouring property.
Back at my place he wasn't to keen on putting the goat on his back or the foot board of his scooter but a reassuring story from me about two full crates myself and a girl on my scooter years ago and we soon had it secured with a roll of insulation tape