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Its been many years since I owned a center fire larger than my pair of .223 but I was in the market for a rifle I could some red deer with .One evening I was surfing the net carefull checking all the for sale wed pages in my part of the world(NZ) when I spotted a older 7x 57.This rifle was what is termed here, as a "buy back" from the Bor war in South Africa 1896,that makes this rifle 130 years old .To be fair there's not much of the original rifle left ,at some point in the 1960s it belonged to an hunting book author who re-barreled the firearm with a Douglas barrel ,replaced the trigger assembly with a adjustable timmley unit ,then to finish he imported a carved stock and sling from Europe.This rifle shoots 3/4 MOA.I'm really pleased I managed to find a 7x57 as they are getting harder to find ,and this one is a beauty! I cant remember how to post a few pictures,anyone Help?
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I have a tester I carry to tell me if the fence is active, as most are used during the winter. I will go and switch it off at the unit while I'm there and turn it on when I go to leave.Dog's hate the damn things, and it's fair to say once one gets a hit it effects the lot of the pack , none will do much work so if I'm unable to get the fence switched off, I will just go and find another place to hunt for the day.
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I now only come on site every few weeks ,and when I read the heading I at first thought some bugger is messing about but sadly this isn't the case. Even from half way around the other side of the world Phil's words carried value & I'm really gutted to hear of his passing ,his kind wont be seen again , the running dog world is now poorer for his passing RIP Phil. He will be remembered.
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On 28/04/2025 at 18:02, Arry said:
No Cash mate did because I was asked to help by Allan P and the future winter rabbiting.
Cheers Arry
Now that's better than the cash Arry, all day long right there.AtB with it .
Cheers TB
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You got to do what you need to do, or the landowner moves onto somebody else. They then sort the problem out, and you end up missing out on the sport and the cash.
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4 hours ago, fred90 said:
jumping the gun a bit with this talk of dying mate, they might find a cure for it in bit.
I have all the details worked out , I wish to have happen upon my death, because you never know when, with most of the world's people kicking off before the age of 60 if you are passed that point you are in bonus time. If you knew me, you would know I've gone at life at 100 miles an hour with no let up. I don't intend to slow down now, and I've cheated death a number of times, and this has driven my life along at break neck speed. I got lucky, mates pointing out, you have had 9 cat lives, you most of used up most by now my reply was and is, "oh I've got a couple left yet, but you can't outrun death it will catch us all, and I want to finish and plan on my terms, making it easier for my family. I'm a bit wounded now, but so is everybody else my age, but I'm not about to give up I have a number of things on my bucket list ,one that springs to mind is I wish to cross one of the most dangerous straights in New Zealand in my 14 ft invatable, one that has claimed many large fishing boats with the loss of all the crew onboard. This crossing is 28 miles wide with a depth of 6 meters to several hundred. The water lies between the bottom of the south island and New Zealand's biggest offshore island, add in the tides ,the lack of a land mass all the way down to the roar forties and the ice cap means it's deadly water that can turn ugly in minutes but if you plan and pick a weather window it can be done in a small boat. The crossing should only take 2.5 hours and was done by a young lad a couple of years ago in a smaller boat than mine . Friends think I'm mad when they ask is another bigger boat going over with you ,no what adventure would there be in that I ask?those that own a boat offer to come as backup in their craft, to be told "no, thank you I must do this alone". I am very wary of the sea she is mean and frightens me and I have had limited boat time out in the open sea, but I know enough and after a lot of prep I'm going to head out and go for it.I don't have a death wish, but I need adventure, we all do it's great for the sole ,I want to take a gamble ,I want to be scared ,and I want to step out after my return trip smiling because Ive kicked the bugger off.
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My life of chasing the coney has drawn to a close. I am aware my time has come and gone. A new chap has been employed to cover the area I've worked for the last 26 years. To be truthful, this has proved much harder than I first thought. I feel a sense of great sadness, all that remains is to wind down the pack, some have already gone, gifted to the new fella to make his start easier, and sell up while the market is good. I know it's the right thing to do, I will spend the next month showing the new fella Mark all the hot spots. Sadly, I won't keep another ferret nor dog, that is going to be the hardest step, but we are looking forward to a new beginning. I have loved my time in the country, my life out here, but I've got to consider my wife, she selflessly followed me out, now it's her turn, she would like to be only a few minutes away from our grandkids so we plan to sell up and move back to town. We have also decided on a plan which gives us both what we are looking for in our new life, for my part I will travel away within New Zealand and overseas following my second love, one of fishing, the adventures are unlimited till I kick the cardboard box, held on ice, no embalming for a day then into the fire before I start to smell, cooker set on high and then my dust can be spread around the base of a big old tree somewhere out this way, then all will be done and dusted.
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My life of chasing the coney is drawing to a close. I am aware my time has come and gone. A new chap has been employed to cover the area I've worked for the last 26 years. To be truthful, this has proved much harder than I first thought. I feel a sense of great sadness, all that remains is to wind down the pack, some have already gone, gifted to the new fella to make his start easier, and sell up while the market is good. I know it's the right thing to do, I will spend the next month showing the new fella Mark all the hot spots. Sadly, I won't keep another ferret nor dog, that is going to be the hardest step, but we are looking forward to a new beginning. I have loved my time in the country, my life out here, but I've got to consider my wife, she selflessly followed me out, now it's her turn, she would like to be only a few minutes away from our grandkids so we plan to sell up and move back to town. We have also decided on a plan which gives us both what we are looking for in our new life, for my part I will travel away within New Zealand and overseas following my second love, one of fishing, the adventures are unlimited till I kick the cardboard box, held on ice, no embalming for a day then into the fire before I start to smell, cooker set on high and then my dust can be spread around the base of a big old tree somewhere out this way, then all will be done and dusted.
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it sounds a bit sad really,sport gone .
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I hate to be the bearer of sad tidings but RCD will have put paid to your rabbits, unlike mixiy it remains waiting up to a year for the host to return.It is spread by the wind or flies landing on a dead body then flying onto a dung heap, it's deadly even when small pockets increase and have us thinking yes oh yes ,they silently disappear. However given time they can rebuild and become uneffected and breed a % of others that are also uneffected, sadly this process can take a decade or more.
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On 13/03/2025 at 12:07, Aussie Whip said:
I might just be an anti social A hole, lol.
As I enjoy my own company, I must be an anti A hole, but I don't care. When I'm out by myself, there's nobody in my flaming way , no endless talking about Jackshit, no calling the dog over their way and no yelling out there's one above ground over here. I don't need anyone else, I'm happy in my own company, until a row breaks out .
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They have banned greyhound racing in New Zealand about a month ago and put in place measures that stops the dogs being put down. There is about 4,000 greyhounds that require homes ,last year they rehomed 140 odd. The Government will pay a % of their feed bill. They flew 12 to the states as there is a shortage of dogs needing rehoming so 12 greyhounds took to the skies at god knows what cost ,just goes to show how deep the madness goes.
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On 20/01/2020 at 10:31, ryaldinhio said:
Lovely Bitch that one ,remember the champ dogs all started somewhere, a journey starts with one step.
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On 22/02/2025 at 22:37, Aycliffe-Ferreter said:
Well that’s sad to read, maybe you can leave the country and lay a brick
on your way out 
I'm looking for a bolthole, a place without this overwhelming control along with drowning levels of B/s. This coming generation doesn't miss and value what they have never had /lived or known. Their world is right now and normal, sitting down in front of the telly and watching bombs and rockets raining down on homes, churches cafés where the whole buildings disappear in a cloud of dust, smoke and fire, families wiped out, soldiers hunted down by done's forcing anyone that wants to live to hide down under ground like a troop of rats, and no one appears to care ,more important is making sure no one takes their dog out and lets the wolf do as its always has done, hunt down and chase its prey.... and we are told that'this is really wrong by some roff sitting above all others dressed in a stupid white wig, a black robe and addressed as my Lord. FFs the smelly old git, the only thing he's done that he considers hard is to open a tin of smoked salmon and get his slippers out of the cupboard ..........Oh how we have slipped, under the threat of a huge fine, a jail term or a ban from engaging in what was our chosen way of life......feck em I say feck them all.
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We try to use a wild hob for any breeding every 3/4 years as it helps the stock from becoming interbred and adds fire to their offspring. Well we did when the law allowed the breeding, gifting and the selling of ferrets. The days any of that carry on, would now attract a huge fine. There would not be any more than 10 people keeping ferrets now and once this "predator free" program swings into action that will be the end of keeping of ferrets. The government has plans to spend a billion Dollars to remove all predators from New Zealand. This list incudes ALL ferrets, stoats, weasels and rats, every single one of them, using all known methods but leaning towards using a poison known as 1080,one that's deadly and without an antidote. It's tasteless, odourless and colourless and will kill anything that eats the pellets that are commonly delivered via aerial operations. They have also been setting up neighbourhood groups that agree to have and check backyard traps .The councils have done a great job of demonising these predators by setting up programs in schools where the children are brainwashed into thinking that these animals are bad, cold-blooded killers that will kill on sight any animal that moves. I don't support these measures due to a mistrust of Government departments that, if this is at all possible, then would come after all of our game animals. The plan I think is to remove all induced animals and birds in the long term, thank god I won't be around to this mess.
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Nice work ,how's that bitch bred Moochersways?
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On 21/04/2023 at 18:22, jigsaw said:
Looking at the bottom photo,the dog is fighting the boar rather than taking an ear hold,which is exactly what you don't want I'd guess,
When back in the day, as the saying goes, I myself had several bull crosses who would hold the pig by the end of the nose, they would normally have some damage under the jaw, but it was a safe place to hold over all. A hunt that springs to mind was when I'd caught a sow on heat, and one weekend and had seen the marks of a bigger boar, so I knew the boar would be hanging around hand. The very next weekend, my brother and I decided to hunt the same block of native bush again, looking for the big boar, so after checking a number of places any pigs in the area like to nest up in with no luck, the keenly dogs tracked off at pace between said spots. The dogs had only been gone a couple of minutes when we heard a boar give a blow and then the noise of him smashing down though the tight scrub towards us. Just in front of us but out of sight in the creek bed, the dog's piled onto the big ginger, white and black boar and the battle was on. On cresting the bank, we were met with the sight of the dogs holding a very pissed off 200lb boar. I noticed something strange thing I noticed was something hanging off the boars nose, something black and tan, hairy covered in mud ....mmmm I then realised that it was my Jack Russell x dachshund who was along on his very first hunt. At some point I yelled out to Dave, look at that bloody mad dog, who was now being trampled and dragged up and down the creek, in and out of the water by the pig. At one time the pig had stopped in a spot where the water was a lot deeper than the rest of the stream bed, and all that showed of Joe was the end of his nose, yet he continued to hang on, not giving any quarter. I waited until the boar moved a meter or two, out of the deep water, and then I ended the battle with the knife. In the afterglow of our luck in finding and killing this big deep chested boar right in his prime, we forgot all about wee Joe." where is he now" I asked ?Then while lifting the dead boar's head, we spotted Joe still attached like a flea to porkies nose. We both roared out in laugher.
Joe had been a gift given to me by a friend who worked full time as a rabbited. He had trained up Joe to a good standard as a rabbit bushing dog but when he found he had too many dogs and knew I was looking for a wee bushing dog, he made the offer. I decided due to his size, I wouldn't take Joe pig hunting again, he was far too valuable as a bushing dog. I on ran him for a number of years and he just got better and better, turning out to be one of the better dogs I've owned . He would never quit while hunting a rabbit and when he was still very heathy but was starting to slow down, I gifted him to my brother as I knew he had a soft spot for him . Joe lived out his days in semi retirement, chasing the neighbourhood cats and dealing to any rodents that showed up around the house that is situated in native bush. A few years later, when I heard Joe had passed, My mind slipped back in time to that very day, of Joe, the boar and my brother . I took the time to look over my photos to find one of Joe hanging on for dear life in that stream bed. I will see if I can find it again and then post it up.
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On 04/02/2025 at 06:05, Thecooksta1 said:
Pup turns 6 month on Friday she’s 20tts now hoping she gets to 22/23. She’s a Suluki grey x whippet
Wow that bitch has some long wheels, for 6 months old.
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On 29/01/2025 at 18:59, Black neck said:
Brilliant sir brilliant!
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Id call it bullshit yarns
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I brought a bitch whom I called Meg as a puppy . Even though her sire and dam were shown, they were also allowed to work small game that included hare, rabbit and possums. I used Meg within the bobby pack hunting rabbits, finding her to have an excellent tracking nose, she loved to chase hares. Her nature was faultless to a T and I only saw her lose her rag one day when the farmer's fluffy worm bag house dog came racing out of the house at full speed and nose. It made for Meg and rattled off several barks within her personal space, that's when Meg reached out and grabbed fluffy by the middle of her hairy white back and shook the hell out of the rat dog. This was met by a torrent of howls and screams, so when Meg discarded the piss bag by throwing it to one side, like it wasn't worth any more effort, at which point, the mutt raced back inside howling its silly head off. I hadn't noticed the farmer standing in the doorway smiling, he had seen the whole play and remarked that the dog belonged to his wife who was away shopping. I remarked I was sorry, but he cut my apology short when he told me that, he hated that dog as each morning, it reacted in the same fashion towards his farm dogs, and he couldn't as much as he wanted to, kick it up the ass or let one of his sheepdogs rag it, or he would be sleeping on the cough and cooking his own meals for the next 6 months. He laughed and bet me that the inside softie might well be cured of such bad behaviour. On a visit several weeks later, when I came back to mop up the leftover bunnies, the farmer said that each morning the floo cleaner, would shoot under the table to hide, sometimes for over an hour, if it heard one of his dogs on the back of the truck bed now. We both laughed at the thought. I took one litter out of Meg by a pure whippet, keeping one who turned out to be a nice dog as well. I cannot afford to have a dog that wants to get his cuffs rolled up hunting a fight 3 times a day, that quickly gets real old for me. Furthermore, I don't like dogs bickering between themselves when it happens I quickly step in and get matters shut down, I can't hunt dogs that are knocked up, so it's a real dealbreaker .
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13 hours ago, Aussie Whip said:
I was watching a hunting show on TV a few months ago and they had pro guides helping a guy bow shoot a Sambar. The animal had gone down not far but they couldn't find it until going back a week or two later. I was thinking they should have had even a russell with them to be more humane and not waste the meat so I can see the need for a tracking dog for the mountains over your way.
Yes during the roar you hear of at least a few hunters, having managed to call a big stag up ,shoot and then be unable to find it due to heavy cover of crown fern. A well-trained blood tracking dog would be ideal & certainly save a lot of dead time.
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On 01/01/2025 at 03:18, lurchers said:
You could move into that and live happily ever after.
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Yes they voice differently depending on the hunt, the first stage is the odd howl on a cold scent, and then the next stage, which is a faster louder howl once they jump the animal and the third stage is the howl at the bail if in fact the animal decides to stop. This serves three main outcomes, the first being it, brings all the hounds together at the right place, the second is to drive the game towards waiting guns or push wild game to either climb a tree or back against something solid and face the hounds and the last is to communicate to the hunter what is happening at the coalface of the hunt. This dog doesn't bark in the true sense of the word, he roars that turns into a howl and man has that Sob got some volume, it's next level.
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Not a bad season so far
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Posted · Edited by toolebox
Some good sized bags & rabbits there lads .