After two weeks of huge quantities of food, good company and expert instruction by two Wool Board instructors at Burnham Military Camp, I passed as a learner shearer.
A couple of weeks later I answered an advertisement in the Christchurch Press for a shearer to go to the Chatham Islands. As I was the only applicant, I got the job. With a little help I shore 100 adult Romney wethers on my first day. I could call myself a shearer and now had a reputation to live up to.
I shore for four Tuanui familes and the Pearces that year. They were encouraging, tough, demanding but fair. They didn’t overpay me - compared to mainland New Zealand rates - but then I was carted, watered, fed and entertained at no extra expense.
For two more years, the Tuanui’s got some return on their investment and I had a carefree wonderful time. I fell in love with the Chatham Islands. I was turning into a “Good Keen Man”. This was my way of life.
When I met Jim Moffett he offered me a job culling the wild sheep and shearing his Romneys on Pitt Island. I jumped at the offer.
I asked all the Chatham Islanders I came across the secret to mustering Pitt Island Wild Sheep, as many had had a go. I got as many different replies as the number of people I asked. My father, being a “dog man”, sent a dog out and I employed a friend to help. The Moffetts had done some work on building temporary yards at the back of the Glory Block, 3500 acres of undulating grass, cliff, native bush, scrub and fern country.
Jim was serious and wanted to cut the number of wild sheep drastically. The Glory Block was running 3500 big Romney wethers, 500 plus cattle, as well as 5000 plus wild sheep (along with a goodly number of wild pigs). All up, there were something like 10,000 stock units, a high stocking rate considering the amount of grass country, and that it was unfertilized and unfenced (except for a reserve to the south and another in the middle). These wild sheep were in intense competition with farmed stock on a mixed bag of grass, scrub, fern, swamp and cliffs.
Jim and Lindsay Moffett, Joe Dicks and others had built a wild sheep trap next door to the southern end reserve. We mustered a number of wild sheep into this well-constructed set of temporary yards – but the more we tried to muster them in the more difficult it became.
We developed quite a sophisticated mustering system. We would start at the northern end of the cliff section by firing a rifle to start the sheep moving along the cliffs.
This was very steep country and in the many times we did this job, not once did I see a Pitt Island Wild Sheep lose its footing and fall.
When we got to the end of the cliff area with the southern reserve bounding it on the south side it proved very difficult to encourage the wild sheep to climb the reasonably steep slopes up to the rolling country above. The one thing that made them move was a strategically placed chainsaw without a blade or muffler. It made a hell of a noise. To see a 1000 head of Pitt Island Wild Sheep move uphill in unison was a truly incredible sight.
Musterers at the top on horseback would carefully guide the sheep towards the holding paddock. We had to get all the elements just right. If anyone got out of line, or slightly ahead, or put on too much pressure, the mob would explode out, in every direction. Mostly the result was we either got a handful of sheep into the yard – or we got none.
It was both incredibly frustrating when we didn’t get the sheep in and incredibly rewarding when we did.
The wild sheep mustering consumed our every waking hour, and our dreams and nightmares. We strategized, planned and built new types of fences. We got more musterers and built different sheep traps in different areas. We chased them off their home country and then let them escape back home only to have it set as traps that we closed after they had passed through.
I also worked with the wildlife service, especially Brian Bell, on culling the wild sheep in the central wildlife (bird) reserve on Pitt Island.
Towards the end of the culling project when we had succeeded in reducing the numbers by 50%, I started to appreciate that they are an incredibly tough sheep
In the winter the grass was grazed like a bowling green, yet every ewe hogget had a lamb.
The Pitt Island Wild Sheep were very agile and there was no sign of any foot problems. There were never any lambing problems. They all had clear faces and they lambed early – from end of May onwards. By Christmas the lambs were nearly as big as their mothers.
The wool seemed to grow to a certain length and then stop with a number looking like they were self-shedding or part self-shedding.
The Pitt Island Wild Sheep were really good mothers. If a sheep had a newborn lamb it would not leave that lamb even if you rode on horseback right up to it. Within an hour the lamb would be able to run with its mother and escape wild pigs or skua gulls.
After spending time paua diving (my other great passion), I got married, left the Chathams, and in 1992 my wife and I bought ‘Kowhai Vale’ on Banks Peninsula (opposite Akaroa). We’ve since extended this to include Ataahua, Lucas Bay, and Lansdowne Valley.
In 1993 with the Kowhai Vale property purchased we flew out eight PIWS ewe lambs and two ram lambs. From 1994 onwards we purchased any and every Pitt Island Wild Sheep that we saw advertised for sale in mainland New Zealand. Any animal where I had the slightest bit of concern about purity of the genetics was culled. The numbers bred up every year and for the next five years I introduced new rams to the mob. By this time they were running wild over most of Kowhai Vale.
In 2001 and 2002 we bought another 500 Pitt Island Wild Sheep, mostly in-lamb ewes, from Pitt Island. Now, in 2013 there are over 2000 Pihepe Pitt Island Wild sheep at Lucas Bay; as well as our family flock on our Lifestyle Block in Lansdowne Valley.