They certainly were a bastard to measure. Lots of leaders and hell on the back from being bent forward for two days scrabbling around inside them. I only ever drew one tussock plot atop the Mokai Patea. That was living. Ruapehu to the north, McKinnon to the south, saw a dozen stags moving around the faces from plot while eating lunch and an after work hunt to boot.
I saw a lot of good country that I’ll never have the time or ability to reach ever again. It was awesome.
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