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Meat hunting days relived. Me yesterday. I took 3 very slow trips to get these out in the morning - then the cocky said "seeming you are here I will get in a mob to dock this afternoon". Bloody hell....

He says that its light compared to a Bren :)

Malc with one after we had been crutching all day.
We were always after the extra dollar.

They had to have the ears on to sell them. I still leave the ears on whole deer. They seem naked without...

When men were men...

Here's "tough".

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100 percent NZ wool. :)

Found this. I think it was the last deer I ever sold. Ruahines out by the Pouranaki. Neck shot with a 22.250 I had. Fried the barrel in the end.
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Mate after a bomb up with the 303's. Skin hunting. In the Puketois.

Bill's foresight was a filed blob solder.
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John Muir used to give me absolute shit about being a meat hunter.

Ruahines. Mate skinning back the back straps for the carry out. The best price was for the hq and backstops so we would pin bone the hq with the back straps attached, and fold the BS back over and...

I apologise - by your Dad I actually meant your GD Ted. He was a good man. Yes, wonderful times. So much simpler.
I would love to go back up the Toko. Too late now.
Great memories.
Ta for the pic....

I only new him when he lived up on the plateau.

On reflection those pics of him really are outstanding.

Its a generation nearly gone. Is your (step?) Dad still alive?

Wonderful pics! He was character all right. That velvet stag Im holding (above) was over the top in the Managahao from the biv up the creek. Carried it right back to Rider's house.

My old meat hunting days gave me a great dislike for Swanndris. Nothing colder or miserable than the wind whipping into a wet Swanndri on the Ruahine tops while trudging back to camp.

Brno .222
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I shot deer for a good part of my income for a couple of years during the 70's. I left shepherding to do it and casual mustering & shearing, and the first deer I shot I got more than a week's...

People used to say about the little remote village I come from "where men are men and women are wanted".