Often the unexpected experience is the most rewarding as I found out the summer that I moved to Hawkes Bay. After an exciting but stressful relocate, I quickly settled into a pattern of hunting at least five times per week. In just a few months I had seemed to have mastered sharpening my knife, packing the perfect contents of a hunting day pack, butchering goats and large hares. I was feeling more ready for a deer than ever before.
I have spent over 16 years in New Zealand; I have been tramping and exploring the outdoors for 13 years; I have been around firearms and knives in the back country for over five years; I have jet boated up remote rivers for nearly a year. I have done all of these things with a less than acceptable, or even worse no form of, personal first aid kit. That stops now.
As opening weekend approaches, animal activist groups are becoming hot on their social media. The original posts are usually emotive, anthropomorphic, vague in detail and inaccurate. As a long term consumer of media, I can let most of those things go. But the comments! Oh, the comments.