Great white hunter.

[Velox]

Here's the big bro of your goat SpankMe - one I got a couple of months ago. He's was HUGE. Awesome looking billy.
Thought I better go undercover too - subtle eh?

I've just got a .22 and a crusty old .303 and get a few possums, goats and occasionally pigs and bunnies.


Btw - that bear!!!!

[Smorg]

Here's the big bro of your goat SpankMe - one I got a couple of months ago. He's was HUGE. :

nice hair....

[Maha]

That goat seems to have a smile going?..... maybe its cos Velox has a hold of its horn.................

[El Dopa]

haha, take a number. Good hunting spots around here are so few and far between, they're kept secret. I had one, that went. I've got another lined up, but damned if I'm sharing it with anyone else

If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters

A mate of mine is looking for a new place to do a bit of claybird shooting. He's got his own gear, including a flinger. If anyone knows a place near-ish to town where he can rock up and shoot a few claybirds, can you let me know.

He's also looking for a hunting spot, but it sounds like that might be a harder ask.

[Drunken Monkey]

A mate of mine is looking for a new place to do a bit of claybird shooting. He's got his own gear, including a flinger. If anyone knows a place near-ish to town where he can rock up and shoot a few claybirds, can you let me know.

Mate, just look for a deserted west coast beach

Wouldn't mind popping off a few shells from the Remmy pump-action some time either.

He's also looking for a hunting spot, but it sounds like that might be a harder ask.

Ain't that the truth. I don't mind driving long distances for a shoot. Used to drive up to Whangarei around lunch time, shoot bunnies 'till nightfall, then possums 'till 11 and get home again by 2.

Maybe that should be my new motto: "Will drive far to shoot."

To tell the truth, the next place I've got lined up is probably big enough for a few people to use, but because it's a mate of a mate, i'm not really in a position to be saying who comes along.

[Shadows]

1942 Original and fully wooded No 4 Mk 1 .303 British
Remington 700 in .243 Win w bipod and 3-16 scope
Mossberg Maverick 12ga pump action shotty
Norinco JW15 .22 scoped and moderated

I "roll my own" .303 and .243 cartridges which makes for incredible improvements on accuracy over factory ammo.

.303 is used for competitions, goats, deer, pigs.
.243 for goats and deer and bunnies (yes, bunnies... I like mincemeat )
12ga shotty for clay pigeons, bunnies, possums, and pigs / goats with buckshot or (ouch) solid slugs. Yet to try duck shooting.
.22 for possums, bunnies, anything small and furry really.

[T.W.R]

1)Sporterised Lithgow .303 long barrel with original army quick release scope mount fitted with a Bushnell 4x40

2) Sporterised lithgow .303 fitted with leupold 2.5-8 x40 vari power scope

3) Marlin M55 3shot bolt action variable choke 12g Goose gun

4) Berretta 12g side by side

5) Anshutz semi auto .22

6) BSA pump action .22

7) Lakefeild bolt action .22 fitted with Tasco 4x40 scope & light force night light

8) BSA Merlin air rifle

9) Daisy Martini Henry replica BB rifle 50shot repeater

Fav targets: ferral cats, rabbits, Hares, Possums, Goats

used to chase : Rakaia Reds, Thar, Chamois

[beyond]

Love shooting and riding and oh joy oh joy....

Used to have a Ruger stainless .270 SKS 7.62, Brno magnum 22, Remington .260 and Ruger 10/22.

Now I've pruned down to Stainless Ruger 10/22 and a stainless Tikka 22-250

I used to hunt oppossums, rabits and hares to keep fit. Kept computer records for a while on the farms we shot on. before stopping records about two years before I stopped doing farms in the area, my mate and I had already shot 36,000 oppossums, several thousand rabbits, several hundred hares and several hundred goats.

Was real fit back then carting a 10kg battery all over the hillsides in the dark, winter and summer. All for a hobby and exercise

[eliot-ness]

[QUOTE=Will Beard]

From here we sat for awhile and they came out to graze.1 deer 2 pigs with a bolt action 303 (QUOTE

Didn't know they were issued with 303s

[beyond]

[QUOTE=eliot-ness]

From here we sat for awhile and they came out to graze.1 deer 2 pigs with a bolt action 303 (QUOTE

Didn't know they were issued with 303s

Wooohooo. That would make for interesting hunting when the critters you are despatching are shooting back with 303's. That would make you poo your scants and slide off in a hurry.

[Madmax]

FN FAL with zeuss sniperscope
M1 with same
the M1 is fucken great in bush

[Velox]

Ah ok, just heard that bear is a loada. Makes sense. Must've been having a gullable day.

[GR81]

Ah ok, just heard that bear is a loada. Makes sense. Must've been having a gullable day.

some is crap, some isnt from what ive read

[beyond]

That bear story brings me to the time we were hunting and we
came up against two ferocious creatures, right here in our
New Zealand bush.

Before I commence this true tale of horrendous nights out
in the wild countryside of our fair country, I need to point
out that I am not a lousy shot. I love long distance shooting
and have studied ballistics, bullet ranges and catridge
capabilities. My dead animal count is fairly significant, as
my above post will point out. I once took out a goat at 400
metres while it was leading a group of goats into a gulley with
my .270. Have you ever seen what size a goat looks like at 400
metres. My mate said I missed after the round went off and
about half a second later it rolls over dead, with a round
through the ticker. I need to feed you this ego boosting, true
crap to set the pace for the rest of the story. Once three hares
broke cover eighty metres away, one dark night and ran at a ninety
degree angle. I dropped to one knee and using the subsonic .22,
aimed about a half metre in front of each one and dropped all
three with heart shots and three rounds. My brother couldn't
believe it. Now that you know I'm not a bad shot.... Anyway, I
digress.

My mate and I were out on a farm near the Waikato river, South of
Tuakau. We both had 24 amp hour batteries that enabled us to shoot
all night, which we often did, even on work nights. My spot is a
pencil beam of 1/2 million candle power which is ideal for
sniping oppossums and bunnies at distance. My mate and I were using
silenced .22 Ruger 10/22 rifles.

It was early winter, cold with a thick mist near the river bed. One
of those eerie nights like they got in the Blair Witch project. We
made our way through the willows and trudged up this steep bank to
higher ground. Behind us lay dozens of dead oppossums that had been
noshing up on succulent TiTree shoots.

I came over the ridge line first and approached a fence surrounding a
huge paddock. A quick wave with the spotlight picked out the
horrendous creature I mentioned earlier.

These round bright, golden, white eyes peered back at me from the gloom.
It was half way across the paddock near a fenceline that lead away from us.
It's ears were flat on it's back and I estimated it's range to be around
120 metres. I cranked up my scope to nine magnification, rested an elbow
on the fence post, aimed and held my breath as I placed the scope
reticule about 600mm above the creatures head.

In my scope I could now easily see what I was looking at. It was a huge
super bunny. This is no joke. I pulled the trigger and because of
a slight breeze, the bullet sprayed up the dew about 20mm to the right
of the super bunny. It would have been a clean shot if not for the breeze.

I've heard the stories of big game hunters in Africa, getting one chance
to get a round off and if they missed, they were nearly as good as dead.

Well, the super bunny sprang into the air and went into attack mode.
My mate was laughing at my miss, but soon got as worried as me , as the
super bunny closed the distance rather too rapidly for my liking.
I started to panick and Sylvester Stallone style, emptied the remainder
of my clip, all nine rounds, at the advancing monster. When a sub sonic
round, hits a soft cuddly, you hear a sound rather like somone pounding
the crap out of a hard pillow. I heard that noise only once and the super
bunny flinched, but still it came.

I ejected the empty magazine and slapped in my full second which I keep as
a back up. Just as well I thought, as I cocked the semi auto ready for
round two. My mate and I had an unwritten rule, that if you came across
a furry cuddly and spotted it first, it was your shot. If you miss, it's
fair game for all present. He usually gave me the long shots anyway, which
always had me ahead. Anyway, unbelievably, he had opened up while I was
swapping magazines. The dumb super bunny was heading straight towards our spotlights at warp speed. The dew was spraying off the grass all around it as it approached the 25 metres mark. I heard another pillow thump and it
rolled, got to it's feet and kept right on coming. My mate had emptied his
first clip and his second clip was empty from before. I had emptied my
second clip and was frantically reloading the first while he kept the spot
on this frightening apparition.

It got to the fence line and literally leapt through the wires at us.
I jumped backwards and managed to stomp on it's head with my tramping boot.

Thinking it was all over, the super bunny wriggled to it's feet and made
to do a runner. After tossing thirty rounds of lead at this furry cuddly,
there was no way in this whole wide world it was getting away. My mate and
I chased it, caught up with it and both stomped the crap out of it.

We have struck several of these super beings over the years we shot.
About one in a ten thousand appear impossible to kill. We unloaded
25 rounds, directly into a oppossum at 50 metres, once and it was still
alive.

Next story will be about the super oppossum from hell.

[beyond]

When we first started hunting, we were on this 1200 acre block
in Alfriston, South Auckland. We had shot a measly 30 or so
oppossums that night and around three bunnies and were heading back
over the hard climb to the ridge and then down the other side,

I had a pair of just below the knee, airforce training boots at
this stage, which were most uncomfortable for long distance tramps
and were replaced at a later stage. Thankfully, I was wearing them
this night as we faced up against monster number two.

I broached the ridgeline first, my mate following. As was our
custom, we would stop at the fenceline and scope out the valley before
us, with our spots, in order to pick up any likely suspects.
The likely suspects were easy to pick in the spot beam when they
looked at you. Bright red peepers staring back like a bunch of
hooch sucking vagrants with pink eye.

We sorted out a mob of oppossums in some close by ponga trees and were
about to move down the slope to the valley floor, when about 130 metres
away, in a grove of kahikatea trees, a pink eyed vagrant stared back.

Beauty. A long shot. I leaned against the fence post and dropped the rifle
over my knee, keeping the spot fixed right on the suspect. 130 metres
is considered to be well out of range for the humble .22, but not in
my books. I aimed about six oppossum heights above the red eyes and let
a round rip. I saw the foliage through my nine power scope flick back
around one and a half oppossum heights below the creature. Adjusting aim,
I let rip another round to be rewarded with that, oh so familiar sound
of a hunk of four by two being whacked into a pillow.

The oppossum dropped and was hanging from a lower branch by it's tail.
I had the range sorted and smacked another round into it and this time
it hit the ground.

On the way down, we shot a few more vagrants and made our way to the
Kahikatea as I wanted to see where the rounds had copped the possy.

It was on it's back, legs spread out wide, a nice big buck. I prodded
it with my boot, as I was taught to do from hunting books, in case it was
alive and made for your shiny brights or other sensitve parts of the anatomy.

Well, welcome super oppossum from hell. The fiendish thingy immediately came to life, hssing and farting like you wouldn't believe and wrapped it's
humungous talons around my shin and thankfully the leather boots. I bogged
myself and my mate says, hold still while I shoot it. On your bike charlie.
No prats going to blow my foot off.

I'm dancing around like some spastic out of a dracula movie, with this blood soaked vampire eating possy hanging onto my foot. I'm kicking and and trying to shake it off but the bleeder wasn't going to let go. My mates flashing his spot wildly in all directions trying to take aim with his rifle and I think I was more scared of him trying to blow me foot off, than I was of the possy having lunch on my shin.

It must have looked like some weird abo dance. Here's me leaping up and down trying to shake this furry crampon off my foot and trying to turn my back to me mate, so he won't blow me foot off. In the end, I used the possy for just that. A tree climbing furry crampon. I whacked my foot into the tree as hard as I could and things started to go a bit squishy but it wasn't going to let go. The side of a cattle trough came next and still this orrible thing is hanging off my foot.

I didn't want to stop trying to squash it or stop trying to shake it off in case
it decided to climb my leg with the thought of it attaching itself permanently to my vitals, so I just kept jumping up and down on it.

Eventually, the mongrel released it's grip and we both shot the snot out of it.
My boots looked like they had been mauled by a sabre tooth tiger.

We had many experiences like this. So our friendly native bush is not as friendly as some would have you believe. That reminds me of the time ..... ...