THEY WERE HARD MEN IN ThOSE DAYS

I copied this from an old Deercullers Magazine
Thanks are due to Marlbourough Express 21/10/92 ...Brian Clemens.

" I met up with some jokers who were going deer shooting. It paid six pound a week plus keep, so off I went with them into the St James, St Helens, Molesworth and Lake Sumner areas. It took the old man six months to find out where I had gone".

He spent three years culling in all, learning along the way valuable lessons in camp life, bush craft, and "How to look after yourself".

He thrived on the isolation of a deer cullers life. There were no helicopter drops or walkie talkies in those days.

"We went into the hills on August the 26th 1939 and war broke out on September 3, but we didn't know about it until the following May when we came out ". George recalls

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I don't know if anyone likes poetry. I thought this one of a mighty River and Hunters might lighten the mood of this Forum a bit

Again from the Deercullers Magazine. Author unknown. So if anyone has a clue I would be interested.

Lots of Deercullers it seems wrote poetry. The hut books contained a surprising amount of it.

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This came from the same source THE DEERCULLERS MAGAZINE. The Name of the author of this fine piece of humour is on the bottom.

Read and smile.

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I copied this from an old Deercullers Magazine
Thanks are due to Marlbourough Express 21/10/92 ...Brian Clemens.

" I met up with some jokers who were going deer shooting. It paid six pound a week plus keep, so off I went with them into the St James, St Helens, Molesworth and Lake Sumner areas. It took the old man six months to find out where I had gone".

He spent three years culling in all, learning along the way valuable lessons in camp life, bush craft, and "How to look after yourself".

He thrived on the isolation of a deer cullers life. There were no helicopter drops or walkie talkies in those days.

"We went into the hills on August the 26th 1939 and war broke out on September 3, but we didn't know about it until the following May when we came out ". George recalls

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In the mid 60's the NZ Forest Service was paying 8 Pounds, 15 shillings ($17.50) per week plus food and accommodation ??, and a further 30 shillings ($3.00) per tail for goats, pigs, and deer in the Awatere Valley / Molesworth area. Food and ammunition was delivered by the Field Officer every month or so, mostly tinned food, salt, sugar, tea, flour, etc, (you were expected to provide your own meat) and the ammo was .303 CAC ex-military that was hollow pointed by CAC for the NZFS and repacked into 750 round cases. The Hodder hut was the best of the huts and it was just a 4 bunk corrugated iron affair. It was a base hut and the rest were just rough bivvies, carrying all your own supplies as you went. It was not a game where anyone got rich or fat!

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In the mid 60's the NZ Forest Service was paying 8 Pounds, 15 shillings ($17.50) per week plus food and accommodation ??, and a further 30 shillings ($3.00) per tail for goats, pigs, and deer in the Awatere Valley / Molesworth area. Food and ammunition was delivered by the Field Officer every month or so, mostly tinned food, salt, sugar, tea, flour, etc, (you were expected to provide your own meat) and the ammo was .303 CAC ex-military that was hollow pointed by CAC for the NZFS and repacked into 750 round cases. The Hodder hut was the best of the huts and it was just a 4 bunk corrugated iron affair. It was a base hut and the rest were just rough bivvies, carrying all your own supplies as you went. It was not a game where anyone got rich or fat!

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Certainly not fat. 'Gundoc' My backbone resembled that part of the Ruahine Range called the Sawtooth.

Love reading this stuff guys....Please keep it up!....it's all part of New Zealand rich, very rich tapestry.....

The deer hunter by joff Thompson....have a read, no tails back in them days, all skins returns. Hard men, hard conditions, open sights. In the hills for months and no such thing as airdrops. Just shows you how soft we have become over the years, with all our flash gear.

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The deer hunter by joff Thompson....have a read, no tails back in them days, all skins returns. Hard men, hard conditions, open sights. In the hills for months and no such thing as airdrops. Just shows you how soft we have become over the years, with all our flash gear.

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Joff Thompson was a mate of my father. In the '50's they would sit around playing cards and drinking beer (it was the done thing to always carry a couple of flagons when visiting) and I used to sit there with my ears flapping like an African elephant, listening to the hunting yarns. I remember us going to visit him up near Coleridge and sat in his old Bren carrier when I was about 6-7.:D

I read chopper boys and enjoyed it so much I went out and bought it for my dad, some great yarns for sure

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I read chopper boys and enjoyed it so much I went out and bought it for my dad, some great yarns for sure

Sent from my workbench

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Try the Venison Hunters in my opinion the best book written about Hunting/Aviation.

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Try the Venison Hunters in my opinion the best book written about Hunting/Aviation.

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Disagree with you Sturge, they weren't hard men , they were just ordinary guys. And we are a bunch of .............

"There's a sock in my stew" about Dick Morris (Off the top of my head) is a fantastic read about a private skin hunter in the Sumner area. I can claim some not too distant relation to one Les Kemp who worked out of Hoki when the landed shooters and flew out meat - Sorry Turehu, but they were hard....

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Same source, Deer Cullers Magazine

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Same source, Deer Cullers Magazine

The Press section refers to standing orders for someone stupidly getting injured.. The bit about getting lost was I think tongue in cheek. No one ever admitted to being lost, temporarily misplaced was as close to lost as you could get and still have your mojo.

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The Press section refers to standing orders for someone stupidly getting injured.. The bit about getting lost was I think tongue in cheek. No one ever admitted to being lost, temporarily misplaced was as close to lost as you could get and still have your mojo.

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Different era Tureha, they were Referring to DOC in the Press. DOC's attitude is far different from Internal Affairs or the Forest Service that spawned them. DOC are busy now trying to convincing the public that our mountains including the Coromandel are too steep to carry out ground based pest control.

Hell, we used to send our worn out old cullers up to the Coromandel Ranges when they neared retirement age.

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One memorable Man ...Alan Hunter

There is no doubt that some of the cullers were 'hard men' but most were just regular guys who enjoyed what they did. I think expectations and attitudes have changed over the years, and what some younger readers would consider 'hard' was just accepted by us as normal (in fact I think some of the cullers from the '30's would have considered us soft). We just got on and did what had to be done. We had a job to do and it was a matter of pride to do it as well as we could. The hard times usually occurred when a few of us hit town at the same time after a season in the hills! Today's gear is vastly superior to what we had and much lighter. We wore shorts and woollen Swandris, Everest socks and Anson D-ring boots (with steel tricounis), and carted a Fairydown sleeping bag in tanker frame Mountain Mule pack (along with some dry clothes, food, a Primus white spirit stove, billy, enamel plate and mug) and wore a Green River knife on a leather belt with a small canvas bag for ammo and bit of first-aid gear. That was all top of the line gear in the '60's, so I guess we were soft compared to the old guys who humped their gear in a sugar bag pikau. The normal culler's rifle was the .303 sporterised open-sighted SMLE, either from NZFS stores or your own .303 if you preferred. Private sports shooters were switching to more modern rifles with scopes during these years but the .303 ruled.

It'd be worth reading "Of Mountains, Men and Deer" by Brian Burdon for anyone who hasn't. Was my favourite book to read as a kid. Would love to meet him but I'd imagine he'd be gone by now.

Yes, @gundoc...we must not forget that there were many who had survived the war to came back determined for our country never to see nor become what they saw...they had a country to help build, to get on with the job, bridges to span and onwards and upwards...I always think about the guy whose job it was to haul in the canvas tent :o...and for certain they and private cullers carried .303s...afterall some had been using them for four years to great effect...and how rationing influenced things would be interesting to know...

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Yes, @gundoc...we must not forget that there were many who had survived the war to came back determined for our country never to see nor become what they saw...they had a country to help build, to get on with the job, bridges to span and onwards and upwards...I always think about the guy whose job it was to haul in the canvas tent :o...and for certain they and private cullers carried .303s...afterall some had been using them for four years to great effect...and how rationing influenced things would be interesting to know...

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For the rationing, they needed these...got some tea and sugar one's somewhere.

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they were hard men cos the had bugger all choice not to be.
hard in spirit hard in play but the salt of the bloody earth in every other way::yuush:

i happen to know and latterly nursed one of the hardest of the hard men.Les Kemp was the name .wirey as a manuka stockyard post ,smoked ryos and ive read from men who knew capable of consistently knockin deer off at 300yds with open sights rain hail or snow. a famous tale once tells of les &a mate in the westcoast tops(i think)and facing a humungous snowstorm. despite the cold it was still business as usual and according to the teller he witnessed Les drink a bottle of worchester sauce to keep warm.
in his latter years les was a whitebaiter bar none and those fellow coasters will remember Les perched in his tent on the "rock"in the grey river waitng for the bait.
Im fairly sure the famous photographic book"the coast&the coasters"by one John Burford(adopted coaster but extraordinaire with it) shows a cracker photo of Les with RYO in corner of mouth sitting waiting for them wee white fellas like a hungry shag on a rock.
Truly a man who earned that title"a hard man"
As a kid Ive vivid memoires of Les being involved in a fatal drowning accident on Lake Brunner.
A boat he was in capsized and he quick thinking as he was saved himself by drifting to safety clinging to a petrol tin.
In modern times Les's son Ben has established himself as a topnotch westcoast fishing guide who is an expert in drift fishing using american designed double ended boats on the Arnold river flowing from Lake Brunner,joining the mighty Grey just above Stillwater.

Here's a pic of Mick Halberg in 1926. Him on the right- shot both waps apparently.
Uncle of Murray and about similar fitness.
Tony was his son.

Imagine that clothing in the Fiordland rain..

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It'd be worth reading "Of Mountains, Men and Deer" by Brian Burdon for anyone who hasn't. Was my favourite book to read as a kid. Would love to meet him but I'd imagine he'd be gone by now.

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He was living, and still goat culling in Northland from memory
Ran across him in the Kaweka's years ago when he was taking photo's for 'Of mountains.."
Rocks Ahead from memory.
Nice guy to yarn with

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The Mangaohane was the top up zone for Warren,Satherley etc.There was some pretty thick scrub around Ohutu Ridge.The tent camp at Ironbark was hardly luxury.The biggest curse for the culler was not the weather but that condensed milk. It sure ruined the teeth on some of them.The memories of the early 70's..

I think you'll find Brian Burdon retired down Central Otago.

I knew he was working down there, but thought he was living Kerikeri way ? (Retired)
But I've been known get details wrong !

OMG--Me thinks there's competition--Alaska's State Bird appears to have a rival of threatening proportions to the south...