Paparoa’s secretive karst mountains rise steeply from the sea. Cloaked in the molasses-like in mosses and native bush. Between their foothills, a paper road called Madman's Creek weaves its way inland from the main highway to the Awakari Valley where local legend Johnny Currie lives. He first came to the valley in 1948, as a 7-year-old with a mate and a pocket knife hunting goats.
Fast forward 71 years and Johnny is still there, surrounded by the wild deer that he has provided sanctuary for. “Away from those bleeding poachers.” Now, it's the roaring season, You can hear the stags bellowing, as Johnny boils his billy over the open fire. We hear his account of life in the Awakari Valley. From the ‘old’ days when Charleston gold ruled the lives of his ancestors, to recent times when tree-hugging hippies perched in trees to save the native bush flanking his land from ‘the Charleston Chainsaw Massacre’. Now all the loggers, politicians, and hippies are all gone. And even the poachers know better than to trespass.
But still, even now with its exquisite beauty and wealth of natural resources, the Paparoa’s are troubled. A battleground in which a quiet, ongoing war between conservation and commercial development simmers. A war in which Johnny has long been a footsoldier. After years of being caught in the crossfire, he now looks for closure. And along the way imparts his knowledge of bush lore and the true joy of not just living unfettered off the land, but honoring our environment for future generations.
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