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NZ Hunter Issue 66

New Zealand’s premier hunting and outdoor magazine . For everything hunting - adventures, tips, how-tos, and reviews of the latest products. A great read with something for everyone.

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a word from the editor

The tahr rut and the tahr ballot block hunts recieved the usual mix of weather over the last couple of months. In between bouts of the continued unsettled weather we experienced over the roar, the odd good day was had and one 15 inch bull was taken that we’ve seen. Tahr have become the hot topic in the last couple of weeks with the Minister of Conservation stating she has them firmly in her sights. She was extremely vehement in her recent speech to the NZ Deerstalkers Association, announcing she intends to severely reduce their numbers back to something like the arbitrary number of 10,000 mentioned in the tahr plan - without any clear understanding of how to accurately measure how many tahr there are now, or how many are left…

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one for the wall

I logged on this time and couldn’t quite believe my luck when it said ‘Upper Glaisnock’. I made a phone call immediately to my hunting mate Pete. Planning started straight away and over the coming months, Pete and I trained our arses off. We were both relatively fit before but by the time we were ready to catch our water taxi on the 29th March, we considered ourselves ‘Fiordland fit’. To be honest, I felt a sense of achievement before I had even set foot in the block. I knew this was a seriously good opportunity and it needed dedication so at the beginning of summer I had started running 100km a week – almost all hill work – sometimes up the Bluff Hill five times a night. After Christmas I…

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otago roar

After a few years of hunting the Ruahines with very little roaring after dry summers and warm autumns, I wanted to chase some southern stags. I spent the flight south chatting to another hunter who was heading to Fiordland before landing in Christchurch and linking up with a few mates from Lincoln. Our final plans were set in stone over a few beers, but I couldn’t help thinking we might be too early for this year’s roar. The next day, Harrison, Acca and I were finally on our way into the Alps. A few wrong turns later, we had our packs on and left the ute, hoping that the wellside would be full of antlers at the end of the week. We passed a few people a little way down the track,…

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sika roar

As I approach an area with good stag sign, I watch Tess to see how she reacts. I hunt at other times as well but nothing else comes close to this. Preparation starts months before as I go through gear lists and try to convince myself I need the latest upgrade of some item or another. I have hunted one particular area for many years now and find this to be a very effective strategy as I’ve learned a lot about animal movements and patterns and where the good bush and feeding areas are located. Also, importantly, I’ve learned about the reasonable stags that live there and their rutting grounds. All this prior knowledge allows me to focus more acutely on one of the most important factors of all – the general…

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in search of a hat hanger

I’d been hunting for three days and now I was crouched, looking down at the stag from a precipice at the foot of the Southern Alps near the head of the mighty Whitcombe River. My partner Judith and I had been helicoptered into this remote area for seven days of fly camping along the tops in search of adventure, some meat and a trophy. I radioed Judith; she was back at camp a few hundred metres down the other side of the ridge, and suggested she head up to where I was and guide me in. She was up and ready to go in no time, keen as ever. As I watched her make her way up, I pondered a good track plan down an adjacent escarpment, placing me right above…

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one for the record book

At this stage we had been hunting together for well over a year. We were always keen to get out whenever we could, whether that was a weekend away or just a day hunt closer to home. On this occasion we had decided earlier on in the week to head out and explore a new public land spot, even if it was just to check out the area and the terrain. On the map it looked like steep and gnarly country. We knew though that at this time of year the deer were venturing out onto any clearings as their craving for calcium drove them to seek out the spring grass so with this in mind, even a hard walk in steep country had the potential of bringing something home. After…