One of nature’s perfect creations. The horse is the vehicle that carried many a Man & Women into the backcountry of New Zealand. I am one of those lucky people who used a horse for work & pleasure. The winter of 1994 I got a contract to look after a high Country run that ran along the Pomahaka River in Central Otago my tasks included building a new fence line, 3km long, keeping an eye on the sheep & cattle that were running out there. I lived in a hut at the woolshed on the run 20 miles from the homestead. I worked from Monday to Saturday & if the weather was fine I would come out for the Saturday night then travel back in on horseback on the Sunday afternoon with fresh supplies, whiskey, meat & spuds, don’t forget more ammo. Plenty of deer on this property so eat a lot of venison.
My day started early getting the horses in & loading the packhorses with more fencing gear, loading the coal range with plenty of coal & putting a roast or Stew on for dinner. I generally left at 6.30am & returned about 4.30pm. Unloaded, washed & fed the horses, dogs & me. Made my dinner, read a book & slept. Then start all over again, this contract lasted for 6months. It included lambing & calving beats. I would never have done it without a wonderful half draught mare I had, that was born & breed on a high Country sheep station. Very tough mare. She eventually died on another backcountry run falling down a hill in the depths of winter. Don’t think I have ever cried so much, I was devastated.
The Horse nature at its purest?