Note for all Kiwis in aussie

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Originally Posted by AndyG

Windsock,
Can you trap anywhere, or are you allocated an area.

Incidentally, given our penchant for killing natives esp roo & emu, and previously crocs, I wonder why possums are off the menu, we seem to have enough?

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When I trapped, poaching was rife and competition for easy country fierce. I usually went the 'official' way and applied to our department of conservation for a permitted area of several hundred hectares in the middle of no where. This 'officially' gave me an area to trap in and providing I followed some simple rules I was mostly welcomed. I say mostly because the trapper was seen by the department as something akin to a farmer. I alluded to the point in my previous post where I would go to an area a few years after trapping and get bigger glossier jacko's. This was standard practice, to kill to a certain level such that on return to the area, the return on your time was bigger through bigger jacko. This was considered by some as 'farming' and not eradication or control by the department.


The further towards a town you got the more hassles you had. Sometimes approaching a land owner for private access to trap behind his farm yielded handy exclusive money. If you went to a road end and trapped from there one expected issues. From other trappers but also dope growers and other forest users. I had a few such hassles. I soon learnt the weed boys didn't like walking too far. If I walked or flew beyond that 'line' I was left to my own space.

Why am I hearing the Davy Crockett theme in my head. Remember how those hats were a must have 50 years ago.;)

yep, sure. At 5 and 4 years old, my little brother and I had one each and wore them while we rode our tricycles up and down the street. Dad was a carpenter and we had awesome wooden guns to clash with too.

A bit off topic,but i used to really enjoy chasing eel and mussel's and some water cress.Chuck in some flounder and whitebait!!!!.

I have tried getting the kids into big pork bone boil-up's they just don't like it:(

G day windsock, I can hear my old dad talking whilst reading your stories....he managed an almighty broken farm at Te Rua Moa before the war , and after the war. You may be the next Fred dagg! ....keep them coming. My own meager hunting was after goats in the Coromandels... Good fun until our girlfriends wanted to come , then the hunting deteriorated remarkably mind.this was 1966 and I was a raw stripling



Dave q

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Originally Posted by disco man

A bit off topic,but i used to really enjoy chasing eel and mussel's and some water cress.Chuck in some flounder and whitebait!!!!.

I have tried getting the kids into big pork bone boil-up's they just don't like it:(

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Used to fish for bush eels now and then in there. A bit of old dead possum on a hook. Good food. Messy to prepare but good tucker. I live inland now but out on the coast as a young fella white bait, flounder and mussels... yum. Used to drag the net for yellow-eyed mullet in the waves and set the net for kahawai too. Wild food huh. We have as a society lost something.


When I stalk trout in the local rivers here in the late evening, I often see large eels out and about. Sometimes if I stand still long enough they'll come around my ankles for a sniff and wander off again. Not so bad when wearing waders but when in summer I wade wet, it can be a bit worrying :)


Nothing like a good boil-up. Pork bones and water cress! Moved the fat right down to the ankles a friend used to say.

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Originally Posted by windsock

Used to fish for bush eels now and then in there. A bit of old dead possum on a hook. Good food. Messy to prepare but good tucker. I live inland now but out on the coast as a young fella white bait, flounder and mussels... yum. Used to drag the net for yellow-eyed mullet in the waves and set the net for kahawai too. Wild food huh. We have as a society lost something.


When I stalk trout in the local rivers here in the late evening, I often see large eels out and about. Sometimes if I stand still long enough they'll come around my ankles for a sniff and wander off again. Not so bad when wearing waders but when in summer I wade wet, it can be a bit worrying :)


Nothing like a good boil-up. Pork bones and water cress! Moved the fat right down to the ankles a friend used to say.

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Spot on well said all round,When i take the kids to the beach i think back to when i was kid going to the beach.The first thing we had to do was fill up the sack full of pipi's,then it was play time.

We had very little money growing up so family outings were about getting some kai with a bit of fun thrown in.A special outing for us was a drive out to Makatu for a pie then a wander down to the beach for some oysters.

Gotta say thanks!:D
It was a funny story and a good warning with some edumacation thrown in!
I didn't know that Oz possums where in N.Z let alone a pest, that had a market for their skins.
A Kiwi ex pat making a home caught stew is almost as funny as the Russian immigrant living in a unit who took a cow home, milk and a cheap heater and whose emissions flowed through the roof of the unit below> or there are occasionally complaints from unit and home owners of open fires in backyards where certain groups cook meals every night. One of my friends neighbours did this and had to repair the fence several times before he moved out.
Lighten up.


P.S filling up a sack with pipi's is now illegal as well. To many started to do it and they have been almost wiped out.

Mate wop in to em bloody brush tail is a pain in the arse crapping and ****ing everywhere and that bloody noise they make I trap the bastards like no tomorrow and re locate them a looooong way away mums place had a serious infestation in the shed and did a heap of damage hate em with a passion.

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Originally Posted by disco man

I used to hate winter trapping with my uncle on school holidays,if i wasn't moving fast enough i would get a swift kick up the ass!!!!

If we went alright he would let me have a bit of a spend down at the dairy.But the things he taught my about the forest it's animals,bird life,how to read the signs, what i could eat, the forest had a much more special place for me as i got older.

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sounds like me.

school holidays, O kiwi bay to french pass. trapped, gill nets, long lines. and 303 shooting of sharks

got the odd rat and stoat in the traps. never had problems with pigs but a stoat can make a mess of a possum

and quite correct about the birds. no possums = lots of birds