My hunting legacy was passed down to me by my old man and has been shaped through the scope of a rifle and the lens of a camera while in search of big game. But for some time now I have been keen to expand my horizons and found myself becoming curious about what draws duck hunters to pursue their quarry. So early on in 2020 I tossed around the idea of tagging along with Anto Hall, a passionate waterfowler
Three months after the success of our premiere night in Christchurch – an event that we put on for hunters to enjoy some films, beers, catch-ups and introductions to other hunters – I found myself staring at the back of Nick Harrison’s backpack with aching knees, worn out feet and wind punching rain into every part of my exposed outer layers and my poor attempt of a dry bag for the video camera. Even though I kept making poor excuses
As a hunter I often find myself looking to the mountains when driving through the Mackenzie Basin, and if I’m lucky, it’s because I’m on my way to a very anticipated hunt. But there’s been times where, due to weather, we’ve been pulled out of a hunt early or been delayed. With these rather unfortunate turns of events, it can leave you in the Mackenzie basin with bugger all to do apart from keep the local pokies full and bar
Tommy was bleeding out fast! It was a gunshot wound spilling blood. I didn’t even think of looking for an exit wound. No one knew how he got hit. I kept packing a long line of gauze into the wound, stuffing in as much as I could. Thumb over thumb. When the bleeding stops, I knew applying pressure would save his life. But the blood kept coming. I started to panic as Tommy was non-responsive. But Tommy was always like
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