<\/a> Okay, so it\u2019s my turn to update everyone back home on how New Zealand has been treating me. To put it simply, it\u2019s been spectacular. I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve read bits and pieces from other journal entries that the communications team has put up. A few highlights for me have been sea kayaking, fishing, black water rafting, white water rafting, and jumping off of waterfalls. I could talk all day about the fun I had doing these things, but to avoid being repetitive, I will refrain. Instead, I will write about my recent farm stay. Gregory Knight and myself were privileged enough to spend 3 nights and 2 days at the home of Willy and Kaye Aspinall on the Makarora River Ranch.<\/p>\nThe Makarora River Ranch is a ranching station on the South Island that covers more than 8,000 acres of paddocked pasture land as well as the steep slopes of the nearby mountain range. The owner is Mr. Bobby Hill, a successful businessman and fellow American. He had a very specific vision for this property when he purchased it for just a few million dollars. This vision was to use the paddocks to raise a few sheep and cows, to utilize all the land, but mainly focus on turning the steep slopes of the mountain into a hunting park. He bought up Red Deer and Tahr (a rare goat from the Himalayan Mountains) and has been breeding and raising trophy animals ever since. Mr. Hill doesn\u2019t actually have much to do with the property besides his vision. He actually resides in Texas and has no experience in running a ranch, so he hired Willy and Kaye to manage the ranch. They have one employee, Coop, and the three of them run the place. Mr. Hill also hasn\u2019t done a lot of marketing or advertising of the hunts on the ranch. At 12,000 dollars for one trophy shoot and 1,500 dollars for a bull Tahr, the only legitimate business they get for hunts is wealthy hunters. So Willy has had the difficult task of diversifying the ranch enough to still keep it afloat. This has included collecting velvet from the stag antlers to sell to the Koreas, China, and Japan, and selling venison (a Christmas delicacy) to Germany, as well as expanding the sheep and cattle herds. The ranch was home to some 2,000 Perendale sheep, 650 Angus-Hereford beef cattle, several hundred Red Deer, and a few hundred Tahr roaming around the mountain tops in the top paddocks.<\/p>\n
Greg and I went into our farm stay expecting to be worked hard and fed well. We were not disappointed. We spent the majority of the first day splitting and loading wood to heat the different buildings around the farm. We had four meals a day and it seemed like we were always stopping to eat, but we didn\u2019t complain because we were always hungry. The second day we did a lot of little jobs; anything from loading wood, to unloading these giant heavy fence posts,(which 58 year old Willy did with ease and Greg and I struggled to keep up) to bottle feeding orphan lambs and a calf. But the afternoon was the highlight of my time working on the ranch for sure.<\/p>\n
As we finished with lunch, Willy was trying to think of a good job for us to do while still getting the experience of the ranch. He settled on sheering sheep. This, as I had learned already from several Kiwis on my travels, was a must during my time in New Zealand. So I was excited to get a shot at it. We ran two wild ones who had not been sheered with the main herd. Willy did the first one, just zip, zip, zip and it was done. The fleece was all in one piece ready to go. Then it was our turn. Greg insisted that I go first, so I sat it down, held its feet above its head, held the head between my legs, and started sheering. I quickly realized that it wasn\u2019t quite as easy as Willy made it look. After about ten minutes bent over this stupid ewe I tapped out and let Greg have a try. I had made a mess of it and cut the sheep all up everywhere. I had done the easy chest part and left Greg with the hard parts. Wool was everywhere and it was hard to see where to run the razor, so Greg, who forgot we were trying to keep the coat in one piece, started sheering pieces off and throwing them to the side. I caught a quick glance of horror in Willy\u2019s eye, and when he saw me looking at him he just smiled. After 10 minutes or so, Greg was exhausted so Willy went for a minute of two, cleaned it up a bit, and let me finish up. Soon, there was another bald little sheep, although I don\u2019t know how happy she was with her hair cut. It was shoddy at best and she had about half a dozen holes up the legs and back. Willy said it wasn\u2019t as bad as it looked and that we did just fine for our first time.<\/p>\n
That night, while I was waiting for my shower, I sat out on the front step looking out as the sunset behind the snow-capped mountain at the skyline. I had cow crap on my boots, several great big popped blisters on my left hand, a large gash on my right hand, deer hair on my gloves, lamb blood all over my pants, and the truth is I was more happy at that moment than I\u2019ve been all trip, which is really saying something.<\/p>\n
Well, that is all I got. Y\u2019all will just have to track me down when I get back and ask how the rest was. I have a great story about diving nude through underwater caves from free travel which is hilarious. But until then, don\u2019t miss us too much. There is just a month or so until we will be in for a chapel.<\/p>\n
Stay classy 91¶ÌÊÓÆµ,<\/p>\n
-Jacob David Wheeler<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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