WE ALL GET LUCKY
Most often we only hear about other people's good luck and, when once in a blue moon, one of our own mates gets lucky, we get to be supportive of their little moment of glory. Then, when hell freezes over and pigs might fly it could be our turn to get lucky. On the last night of my first-ever trip to Stewart Island - that was me.
Shooting my buck sounds like a success but came more as a moment of redemption, as I’d made the shocking mistake of shooting a fawn on the third day of our trip. It had been largely a day of successes. Although we were totally amateur free-divers Arron and I had done a half-decent job of collecting pāua and shooting fish, and had shot the first deer. My mate Daniel had missed a deer by an unbelievably small margin, skimming its brisket which made it abundantly obvious that Whatarangi shot and killed the exact same deer
