Hunting the Muka Muka

Well, this morning the rain rader showed a fair bit just to the west of Wellington, and it looked like it would hit the Wairarapa south coast at around 9am, so the hunting gear was loaded into the truck, the bike and trailer attached, and off we went. First I had to drop the wife off at the train station so I didn't get to Corner Creek until around 8am, but now worries..20 minutes later I was cruising up the big Muka Muka.
After parking the bike, and quickly going over the plan for the morning, I set off, first up the gully then onto the bench that runs along side the stream (albeit 30 or so metres above it). I got to the base of the gully and noticed a small game trail that headed straight along the ridge line, and it seemed easier going than my previous attempt of bush bashing.
Following the the track for about 2 minutes, I saw some bushes moving. "Bugger me" I thought, there were three goats right in front of me. Three shots later, 2 down!
Since it was still quite early I carried on, but alas, not much else to report, I bumped into the third goat again (only to lose sight pretty quickly as it bounded down the bank), and as I got further up the valley the drizzle strengthened, and it is quite pleasant to walk in the drizzle, but by that stage fatigue was setting in (not sure why, no where as taxing as the cone hut walk, but then didn't get to bed late, and didn't have a good breakfast). I had a few slips that ended up with me in the stream, and quite worried that if I carried on, one of those slips might claim an ankle or something, so I turned around and headed out to collect the two goats.
Would I hunt in the rain again, yep, beats getting way too hot and sun burnt.

Cone Hut walk

Today, Steph, Connor and I decided to head up (up being the operative
word, 300m in less than 1km) the track to Cone Hut, as I'm heading
into the bush for a three day hunt shortly and I wanted to see what
the bush was like, and to try and break in the boots.

All in all, a good time was had by all, Connor is knackered (not sure
why, he spent most of it on my back).

Amy knows what this track is like (she's walked the first 10 minutes,
and that was easy!)
Anyway, here's some snaps from the day.

Oh, the swing bridge is the largest of it's type in NZ, being 92m
long, and 35m above a pretty strong river!

Me and Connor inspecting the map