“Jamie McAulay wanders and rambles. Working for Department of Conservation in choice places, with stunning ecosystems and shit weather. Kiwi Trev was written while working in the Hauraki Gulf, one of the country’s ‘most spesh’ marine environments”
Kiwi Trev – Jamie McAulay
Kiwi Trev pulled up to his Kiwi bach, whistling to himself. He loved this place.
He’d driven up after work, inside he could see his wife, on the phone. He tooted the car horn merrily and she looked up and waved, smiling.
Trev jumped straight out of the car and, without going inside, he hopped around the side of the deck – a bouncing, excited little jog. He was grinning from ear to ear. He reached under the side of the deck and yanked out a battered old fish bin. In the fishbin was a fishing net. It was an old net, but well-loved and still in relatively good…
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