As someone who grew up surrounded by the vast, rugged beauty of the Northern Territory, I have always held a deep appreciation for the great outdoors. My childhood was filled with activities like fishing, hunting and exploring, which have remained passions throughout my life. Now, working with a company like NIOA, I find great joy in blending my work with these personal interests.

This year, I had the unique opportunity to take my youngest son, Blake, on a hunting trip to New Zealand’s South Island. A journey that perfectly encapsulated our shared passion for adventure and the outdoors.

Nigel Everingham
Group COO, NIOA

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Day 1: The Journey Begins

During the Easter holidays, Dad and I embarked on a much-anticipated trip to Queenstown, New Zealand. Unlike our previous visit in January 2023, which was filled with sightseeing and leisurely activities around Lake Wakatipu, this adventure promised a more rugged and exhilarating experience.

Our journey began early, with a bustling morning at Brisbane Airport. Filled with excitement and anticipation, we breezed through check-in, customs and security, ready for the three-and-a-half-hour flight to Queenstown. Upon arrival, we quickly collected our bags and rental car, setting off for Adam Hill’s property, a half-hour drive from Queenstown. Adam, an ex-New Zealand rugby player turned outfitter and experienced hunter, welcomed us warmly into his home.

After unpacking and changing into warmer clothes suitable for New Zealand’s harsh cold weather, we decided to spend the remaining daylight hours preparing for the hunt. Adam took us to a nearby part of his property for target practice, where he had set up steel deer targets at varying distances. Equipped with a Hardy hybrid firearm and Hornady 6.5mm 147gr Extreme Low Drag Match (ELDM) ammunition, I took my first shot under Adam’s guidance. The sound of the bullet hitting the target was both a relief and a thrill. Dad followed suit, hitting his targets with precision.

As dusk settled, we wrapped up our practice session and headed to a local pub for a hearty meal. We then returned to Adam’s home, eager for a good night’s sleep in preparation for the next day’s adventure.

Day 2: The Hunt

We awoke to a cold, foggy morning, the sun just beginning to peek over the mountains. After a quick breakfast, we geared up and retraced our steps to the mountain range. The narrow, treacherous track demanded our attention, but my thoughts were on the hunt ahead.

After an hour of trekking, Adam pointed out a beautiful stag perched atop the mountain, about 300 metres away. Dad quickly moved into position, but the stag’s strategic spot behind thick shrubs made the shot difficult. We waited patiently, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, the opportunity arose and Dad took the shot, successfully bringing down the stag. Celebrations were brief as we continued, hoping to find a stag for me to hunt.

Not long after, we spotted another stag in the dense bush. Adam set up the tripod and positioned us for the shot. As the stag emerged, I took a deep breath, aimed and fired, hitting the target perfectly. The adrenaline rush was indescribable and I felt an immense sense of accomplishment.

We took numerous photos with our prizes before heading back. Adam showed me the best way to carry the stag’s head, making the weight more manageable. We retraced our steps to Dad’s kill site, took more photos and returned to Adam’s home. It had been a big morning.

Although we had planned for a three-day hunt, we were fortunate to achieve our goals within half a day. The drive back was filled with a quiet sense of triumph and the shared bond of an unforgettable experience.

Reflections on the Journey

This trip to New Zealand was more than just a hunting expedition; it was a journey of discovery, connection and learning. Spending this time with my Dad, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, allowed us to bond in a way that we hadn’t before. The challenges of the hunt, the beauty of the landscape and the warmth of the people we met all contributed to an unforgettable experience.

As we boarded our flight back to Brisbane, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and contentment. Sadness that our adventure had come to an end but contentment knowing that we had made the most of every moment.

This trip was a reminder of the importance of nature, family and the traditions that connect us to our past and future.