2014 HNHS School Magazine | Page 51

The Hunter The lake was perfectly still. Mist hovered above the calm water in great flocks of grey and the morning sky hid the budding sun from view. Our Track Not much more than an hour had passed until we realised how stupid our decision was to continue travelling down the coastline. When we realised how much trouble we had gotten ourselves into. The idea of The trees stood staunchly, silent sentinels watching the turning back had been suggested several times, only lake intently. Suddenly a rasping chugging could be to be quickly turned down by Jim, as he claimed that heard from the water. A boat slowly emerged from the only one more corner separated us from our arrival. cloak of mist with great effort, as if it were a laden Unknowingly we marched on, unaware of the fact that packhorse trying to swim. The motor was the heart, 14 kilometers of coastline lay between Pourerere beach beating heavily, powering and urging the great hulk to and us. We were forced to carry our bikes over the rocky complete the final stretch. shore, as the sea swallowed the sand. Our track. Blind, exhausted, scared - we soldiered on, in hope of being The first thing about the boat that a few keen eyed close. Then, without realising it, Dad, Marco and I were fishermen on the shore noticed were the dogs. Great left behind the other two as they carried on in front of us. grizzled beasts that seemed closer to Hyenas than We were beginning to struggle as we made our first household pets and stared at the fishermen as if they were mistake. Not staying together. no less prey than the deer and wild boar they had been tracking for days. Their owner was no different. Several hours passed until the three of us found Camouflage covered his unsmiling face and highlighted ourselves on a hill looking over the South Pacific Ocean. the ugly, deep fissures left by previous prey. With a heavy No food, no water and its effect was starting to show. It thud the boat landed on the ramp. was then that we realised where we would sleep may be very different to what had been planned. However, it The man nodded curtly to the fishermen as he guided his wasn’t all bad. We watched the moon rise and change dogs back to the old ute he used for these trips. As the from a blood red to its usual yellow, and saw a shooting hunter loaded the dogs into the back of the vehicle the star that lit up the eerie night sky. After gathering ourselves corners of his mouth dropped, he knew what was and a brief discussion, we continued down the coast going to happen when he returned back home. As the ute towards our destination. Hoping. coughed and spluttered itself into life the man thought over why he had come here. These trips were his escape, a Two iPhone torches and the moon led the way as we chance to evade cruel reality and he knew that this lake, trekked along the hilltops, searching for any sign that we this was his true home. He had always felt much more were close. My feet were numb, I was running on empty comfortable with his dogs amongst the trees than he ever and I was a footstep away from giving up when I saw it. had in town with other people, where he had to deal with A glimpse of light. I ran to my right to get a better view, to constant stress. see if it was real. What I saw was indeed real, it was a houselight surrounded by plenty more like itself. A As the worn truck inched it’s way up the steep, unsealed houselight belonging to Pourerere. road the hunter contemplated what awaited him in the real world. Memories flashed in his mind like wild gunfire. The An hour later we made it, and met our families who had shouting matches he had had with his coldly apathetic called the police and organised for search and rescue boss, his wife’s face was a salty waterfall the day she had to attempt to find us the next morning. Floods of tears ran discovered he had lost his job yet again that day. The down my Mum’s face as she hugged Dad and I, hunter gazed back at the lake. The sun had come out of making me realise that what I’d just been through was hiding now and the azure water twinkled in the bright in a way life threatening. Later that evening I went into daylight. The hunter, his eyes filled with tears let go of the shock and started shaking involuntarily, and if that had wheel in order to take one last longing glance at the happened on the hill we sat on looking over the sea, the captivating, enticing body of water. He knew this was night would have ended very differently. I learnt a lot as his home now, he wanted to stay here forever. As the ute a result of that experience, but most of all I learnt that life plummeted off the road the hunter felt nothing. As the dust is precious and can change in an instant. I learnt that settled only the indifferent whistling of tui could be heard. I need to make the most of what I have now, because The lake was perfectly still and the hunter had become the anything can happen. prey. William Wallace Jack Roberts