The story, well….
We flew into New Zealand on June 20th 2008. We had a grand total of 34 hours invested on planes and in airports. I was ready to finally be in Christchurch when we got there. It was the first month of winter there and the weather was beautiful. Approximately 30 degrees at night and 35 to 40 during the day. Very beautiful.
We drove 2 hours southwest of Christchurch into the mountains and stayed at a lodge in a river basin area completely surrounded by mountains.
We were told by the guides not to shoot the first stag we see, as they all have a ton of crap on top their heads and you have many options as to what you really want. If you look at the 3 stag, you’ll see Chuck’s has great palms/crowns, dad’s has just a ton of junk on top, and mine has great mass and width. As we saw various animals, we all decided on different characteristics that we wanted in our animals and searched for those characteristics.
Dad and I shot our animals in almost the exact same spot. It is a secluded area (a bowl actually) hidden by the hills. The animals seem to hang out in there and feel safe. It was as easy as spot and stalk. You could get up on top of the foothills and look down into these bowls. Then stalk to within range. Mine busted me at 80 yards and ran out to 130 only to turn and look back. That was an error on his part. Dad’s, we were able to stalk to within a 100 yards and he never knew what happened. Chuck’s was a little more exciting. We put 3 stalks on his stag. He was a wary bugger and busted us 2 times before Chuck finally got in position to make a 175 yard shot on him. We actually thought he missed when the stag didn’t act hit. The only way we knew, was when the other 3 stags ran around the ridge top, Chuck’s stag was not with them. He had died and rolled down the hill into the basin. It was rather challenging getting down there and getting him out.
I hadn’t planned on shooting a fallow deer, however we saw a monster the first hour of the first day. That sight ate at me for the better part of three days before I decided if I saw him again, I’d take him. We never did see him again, however we did find the one I took with about 1.5 hours left in the hunt. This one was just a hair smaller than the first fallow, and I’m damn proud to have him on the wall. He may be my favorite.
The Tahr hunt was unreal. Our guides had an idea where they were, but wasn’t 100% sure. So we made an dangerous and exhausting climb up cliffs and shale fields for approximately 1000 – 1500 feet. Once up there, low and behold there was the herd. Of course they busted us and we had to make a rather quick walk around the ridge over the same shale field. All there was to hold on to was a thorny little brush and I was darn happy to hold on to it!
The herd thought they lost us and moved on across the ravine to a sheltered area. However it was an area we could see. They were 254 yards away and we were sick of chasing them up there. So Chuck and I reluctantly decided to do the shoot at the same time thing. I hate doing it, but I didn’t want to run around up there anymore than I had to. I picked my animal, Chuck picked his animal, counted down and shot. My Tahr fell, and fell some more, and fell some more, and even some more. It was very steep over there. Chuck’s did not fall. However, it did run around the ravine towards us. So Chuck just waited and took the closer shot when the Tahr presented itself. Of course his got hung up in a bush and died nice and close. At that point and time my father was suffering from old age and wanted me to fill his hind(female) tag. He was able to get up to about 500 feet and didn’t feel safe. We were all proud of a 60 year old man with a history of heart disease to even get that far. But the shale proved to be to dangerous. A nice female decided to stay behind and watch the shooting and present a nice 267 yard shot. She feel some distance as well. It took some time to safely get down to my animals. Despite their fall, they were both in prefect shape. It still took us 2 hours to get down to the basin.
After that, we did some duck hunting and sight seeing. New Zealand is a beautiful country. I will be going back sooner rather than later. I can tell you 11 days was not enough. I’ll be taking 3 weeks or so next time. I’ve been told by others that 3 weeks isn’t enough either.