Reuniting of old mates.
Organizing a dozen, more or less guys, not only from different walks of life, but from different parts of the country to meet on a given date and be away from their jobs and homes for ten days is quite a commitment. None the less most have been before on many occasions and look forward to the reuniting of old mates and the camaraderie that follows during the next ten days living from the ocean and bush, as the core of them have done for more than thirty years on our annual hunting trip to Stewart Island.
Attrition after that time is inevitable and our group have been fortunate to have maintained numbers with folk of all ages, occupations and skill sets. Younger people, some of them being family members, sons, son in laws, nephews and in my case grandsons, mostly who have been more than once and are eager to
return when opportunity from their busy schedules allow.
Young and old appears to work in our group and it’s a great opportunity for us all to learn from one another, after all for the majority of elder folk, their favorite things include ‘young folk’. Not so sure about the other way round in the big world, but in our case respect and appreciation is very evident and enjoyed, even in times of jest, leading to a happy camp, which is imperative for the sanity of a large group of guys living together for ten days.
Loading and unloading the significant vessel we hire to deliver us to a different hunting block each year over sometimes spectacular oceans is quite an ordeal. Up to four boats of different assortments, dive gear and compressor, lobster pots, oyster dredge, fishing rods and reals, large tent and tarps, ropes, rifles and other hunting gear, cooking equipment, food and refreshments, fuel for boats, cookers and camp fire, generator, sleeping bags and stretchers and a large array of personal gear and gizmo’s. For those unlucky enough to have left items such as a toothbrush or undies behind, finding a donor that is willing to share is often a little difficult.