In hindsight I did the wrong thing.

I had been at the same spot, chasing the same stag, for the past three weekends.

On Sunday, I finally caught it.

I was carrying a full pack of venison back to camp when I slipped, fell down a bank, and broke my foot.

Called Dad to let him know what had happened, and told him I was going to try and make it out.

It took more than two hours through dense bush and rough terrain.

I didn’t know it at the time, but dad had called the Rescue Helicopter. .

I left my campsite, which was in a clearing, and went back into the bush.  In hindsight I did the wrong thing.

There was a sense of pride with hunters that says “it’s not that bad, I don’t need to call for rescue.”

I felt I knew the area well enough that I could get out, even though I’m not the most experienced hunter.

I was embarrassed to call for help, because  it might’ve been a sprain.  If I thought it was a bit more serious I would’ve, but I didn’t want to pull them away from something more important.

I had extra food and water, a tent, a GPS and a personal locator beacon. But did not activate the beacon.

I had all the right gear but didn’t use it!

The rescue helicopter eventually found me on a farm, bordering the bush, and airlifted me to Hospital.



Leave a reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

©2024 The Kiwi Bushman Ltd


We're not around right now. But you can send us an email and we'll get back to you.


Log in with your credentials

Forgot your details?