Toilet paper (and you know what else) around the hut and nearby bushes... Its the worst, and it seems to be real common down here.
Dogs in huts, snoring, and full huts are pretty standard stuff in my books but I can see how they would annoy some people :)
You cant help or educate some people. I cant think of a single hut anywhere which doesnt have a toilet of some description although some are not that inviting.
Its so tempting to refer any people that have not learned how to use the loo when there is a serviceable one there to deer stalkers for target practise and natural selection enhancement.
When I read the first line I thought you were referring to freedom campers till I got to the hut bit. Theve been on the news lately around the country for exactly this carry on. Even in places where facilities exist. Everyone here Im sure wouldnt camp there if there was nowhere to go and if there was somewhere to go they would use it.
Reminds me of the time I was walking up Mackintosh Ridge from the Donald River and came across a steaming great (use your imagination) right in the middle of the track, complete with toilet paper.
The mind boggled then, and still boggles now when I try to comprehend why anyone would do such a thing.
It's staggering to even think about it
Just WHY??
They're probably litterers as well and would benefit enormously from having their noses rubbed in it
Makes my blood boil, frankly!
Glass bottles. If you can take it in full, take it out empty.
You can tell how close you are to most road ends by the number of lolly wrappers.
Here are a few things that annoy me about sharing huts. Dominating hut personalities. Inconsiderate early wakers. people who demand people stick to hut rules without common sense or flexibilty (mind your own business). people who leave behind rubbish (especally in fireplaces). smelly trampers (jump in the stream stinky). people who cant say hello or smile. Theres more but oh well.
I met a couple in Tawa hut in the Waioeka. She was born in Tawa hut and had lived there for thirty years. Her Dad was a hunter for NZFS and she lived in a six bunk hut with her mum dad and six siblings plus horses and 28 dogs lol.
speaking of poo. someone once took a shit in the frypan in Tawa hut. some people are scumbags. Its funny they can sleep in a hut but my gilly the dog cant sleep by the hearth on a winters night.
Love dogs. Love dogs in huts. They can sleep on my bed!
Its good to hear there are still dog lovers out there. Was a time where a man and his dog were the norm in the bush.
Its hard, for years I have taken a photo of my dog gilly outside every new hut we visit. I have photo albums full of them. Alas she cant come into National Parks. I adhere reluctantly to those rules but any forest park I take her no matter what. How I see it she smells better than any sweaty tramper ive met. she is totally obedient. Shes cute as a button. Trapped stoats and possums with me for years. And most of all shes like my daughter. Shes even featured in tramping stories in Wilderness.
There are dogs and dogs. Im not a dog person but do tolerate them. I will point out the rules re dogs in huts but if the dogs behaving ok I dont push it too much. A lot of dogs you see at huts though would rather sleep in the blue drums anyway. Ive seen them arrive at a hut and pick which bin they want. Hate to think the think of us.
Funnyist thing Ive ever seen was a couple with a small dog on the puffer track. By small dog it was chiawa sized and had to swim the tributary of Smiths creek at the bottom of the Puffer. It was eager to carry on while we talked to its owners. They had just walked the Dobsons loop. So many dogs that size think a long walk is the hallway.
