Deer hunter

Pig unting is big in New Zealand. I've seen loads of trucks driving by with men in big parkas, boots, beer bottles, and  a bunch of barking dogs and some dead pigs on the back of the truck.  They have at least three magazines solely dealing with pig hunting, pig dogs, guns, pig hunting tours etc. Of course I had to try that.
I mentioned to Shane, who owns the hostel I'm woofing at that I'd like to go pig hunting since it's such a kiwi thing. He immediately picked up the phone, called his brother in law and a arranged a pig hunting tour wo days after. Pigs are hunted with dogs, who roost up the animal and hold it until the hunter takes up on them, and then you usually stab the pig, because if you shoot, you might hit a dog and a good pig dog is quite valuable.

We went into the sounds by boat, up the track, and had the dogs nosing around while we were using the hunting voices and getting explanations on New Zealand wild life and what you can and cannot eat. We didn't find any pig, and agreed that it had been a nice tour anyway, and me, Shane and Madeleine headed back towards the boat. Two minutes after we hear two gun shots and  Billy called over the radio to tell that he shot a stag. We milled back down the track and there was a big beautiful eight pointer. Me and Madeleine waited there, while the guys got a hold of the dogs, that had taken off after a pig, and while waiting we entertained ourselves with a through study of the deer and quite a few pictures.

Guys back again, the biology lesson started, with us holding legs and Billy opening up the animal. Then the fitness challenge commenced, pulling the deer by the horns down to the beach and the boat and up in the boat.
Well back at Picton we had beer to celebrate, went back to Billy's place, weighed the stag in at 236 pound and drove back to Havelock, where we proudly showed off our deer to everyone who was still awake at the hostel. Then we had some more beer.