I remembered it well – thick bush right down to the sandy beach, kiwi, penguins, birdlife, sandflies and seeing only fleeting glimpses of white tails as the deer bounded off through the crown fern.
This trip was going to be different as we were heading for the western side of the island. After much research the old hunting gang were heading south away from their usual trips to the Ruahines (chasing Reds) and the annual Kaimanawa Helisika block (Sika – obviously) to check out the deep south – a block bordering Mason Bay on Stewart Island.
and with all the gear sorted and checked in at Stewart Island Flights, we were loaded up and off. The 30 minute flight over to the island was seamless and so much easier than the previous visit via fishing boat – landing on the beach sounded pretty cool even for us old boys (and Sue) and after the
