Thread: Note for all Kiwis in aussie

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

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

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.

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.

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!
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.