Kaweka Crusty Demons
With Covid giving the great Southern bulls another year in the Fiordland mountains to grow, and our Aussie brothers not likely to enter, we all agreed to throw our old hats into the ring. We needed to put together a team of six experienced and gnarly mountain men, but a look around the room soon showed we were clean out! Just three old, crusty demons that hunted the Kawakas!
Once we got over that small hurdle names were thrown back and forth before Dave penciled in his farming mate Greg, and I vouched for ‘Mark the Hammer’. We needed one more for this team of six and she was right under my nose! Little Red’s hand shot up faster than an Electron Rocket clearing the launch pad at the thought of a Fiordland adventure. We had our
