Showing posts with label Trapping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trapping. Show all posts

Friday, 18 September 2020

Holdsworth monitoring

An email from Nigel heralds another rat monitoring weekend at Holdsworth.  Mike's skiing but Angela is keen so we head up Saturday morning pausing to pick up breakfast at the French Bakery in Greytown.  

We're only expected for the Saturday so I line up an option for a bit of a semi off-track explore on Sunday.  In the end we do monitoring both days so the exploration is curtailed, although we both get to see some new territory ...

 

What:    Rat monitoring
Where:  Holdsworth, Tararua Forest Park
Who:     Angela
When:   19-20 September 2020



There are fewer bodies lined up at the shelter this time as Nigel hands out cards, peanut butter, RTs, GPSs, maps and instructions.

A pest control operation is planned for the area so this will form some of the pre-monitoring. It's the same deal as last time: find the monitoring line, lay ink cards with a peanut butter lure in each of the 10 tunnels along the line and return to base. 

I'm doing the same lines as last time (3 and 6) on the spurs and gullies of Pinnacle with Eric (DOC contracted Ranger) and Steve.  Angela is heading about an hour up the main valley with Janet to do line 2 but will just be doing the half of the line on the true right as the Atiwhakatu is substantially up.

We head off in our various directions. The true left track is well familiar now - the day is promising to be good and it's a pleasant wander.  

Eric nobly volunteers to do the further away line in the gullies below Pinnacle on his own.  He picks a point on the track on the way up to send Steve and me on a sidle to line 6 - we find a bit of a game trail which helps and hit the marked stream about 50m up stream from where the monitoring line crosses.

It's a bit odd using a GPS - normally I would follow features, streams, gullies or spurs, to zero in on the desired spot. Following the arrow in a straightish line feels like cheating but works out quicker - provided you look at the terrain as well as the screen of course.

We proceed up the line laying the cards and peanut butter lure as instructed. At the top we dutifully radio in our status and bash around the slope to the Pinnacle track again - failing to see a game trail which Eric later asks us about.

We chat on the way back to the car park.  Steve has recently retired from JNL and now has more time to do things like this.  Eric, with the lion's share of the work to do, is someway behind so we take over his lounge and drink his tea while the other teams slope in.  

There are more people coming in tomorrow to clear the tunnels so in theory Angela and I are no longer required.  However, we work out that if instead of wandering around the informal tracks on Pinnacle Ridge tomorrow, if we stay at Atiwhakatu Hut we can lay out a couple of lines in the morning that would otherwise not be covered.  Nigel has another volunteer lined up that can clear them on Monday.  

Eric gives us the key to the hut's warden's quarters and we head up valley as it starts to try and drizzle a little. 

The warden's quarters turns out to be a small room with two bunks and space for one seated. However it means we can chat quietly away from the madding crowds in the main dining area.  We turn in early after dehy meals cooked on the penny stove (it copes fine with double the usual loading).

Angela wakes when another punter jumps out of bed to grumble at the young people in the dining room: "Don't you know there's a nine pm curfew?!'  The noise, just through the wall from us had been fine and it was the grumbling that disturbed the peace. 

We leave in the morning before anyone else is up.  The instructions are to head up the track a short way, cross the stream and follow markings up a spur.  'Short' being a relative term we are not entirely sure we are in the right spot when we line up to cross the stream which has dropped over night.  

We dutifully try to radio in to say we are about to cross but can't raise a response so cross anyway - it's barely shin deep but we link up just for practice.  On the other side there's reception from the Holdsworth repeater and I raise another team that is out and about early.  I report that we are about to cross, wait a couple of minutes and report that we are safely across - duty done and everyone happy.  

I drag the GPS out to confirm the correct spur and discover that our 'short way up stream' was slightly too short. We scramble up through reasonably open bush onto the spur which has a well marked trail leading up.  

It's a steepish grind up but the morning sun has not reached us yet so it's cool.  I've been past the top of this track a few times and have always meant to follow it down to the hut, but it has never quite managed to fit into an itinerary.  It's nice to finally knock it off and confirm that it is good option for getting to the hut.




At the ridge (8.30ish) we join the beautiful Pinnacle Ridge track at the handcrafted sign to the hut.  The monitoring line runs diagonally across the ridge so we use the GPS again to find the starting point then follow along setting the tunnels up.



Towards the southern end the line drops into a gully.  I'm a little ahead of Angela who calls something out - I don't hear fully but suggest staying put while I polish off the last tunnel and come back. It turns out that she has managed to gouge a respectable hole in her forearm on a sharp spike - probably old totara. Closer inspection shows a scrape and hole with a bit of welling blood. My seldom called on first aid kit has a suitable large plaster that serves to cover the damage, slow the blood and protect from further dirt ingress. 

We follow a wee spur back to the ridge and along to the intersection to Pinnacle, stopping briefly to admire the morning sun on the Holdsworth-Jumbo Ridge across the valley.  





At the intersection we follow the sign indicating an alternative route to Donnelly flat (SSW).  The ridge drops and we watch the map and clcok to identify the point where we will be departing for the next monitoring line.  

This track has a line of gas traps laid along it which I'm sure are new since I came through a few years back - but the cute wee hand-painted steel markers are the same.



We do pretty well but I drag out the GPS to make sure we are scrambling off the track onto the correct side spur. Things again go pretty smoothly, finding the first blue triangle in the wilderness then following back to the start of the line.  

This line is much rougher - it drops steeply into a gully then follows a wee stream before climbing the other slope. It's slippery and mucky. Angela has had to change from her foot-mangling boots to running shoes, which are no match for the terrain.  She runs into the wall on the scramble out - carrying weekend packs in this stuff isn't the smartest, however, we have plenty of time so we take lots of breaks on the way up the hill.

When we radio-in our status Eric replies and says he'll meet us at the bottom of the hill with a couple who have come in for a walk. I'm pretty sure he's just wanting to make sure that no-one has any troubles with crossing.

The track remains well marked to the bottom of the spur where it runs along a terrace a short distance before dropping steeply again to a stream junction. Below we can see Eric's flouro top glowing through the trees on the other side of the water.

We cross and join them.  There's a short scramble to the old track which runs beside the river a short way before rejoining the main track. It's a pleasant walk and good to chat with Eric who, as you would expect, knows the area inside out. He asks about the condition of the main track up to Atiwhakatu which he recently cleared over the space of 8 days.  We assure him that all is tidy and looking good. 

 

Postscript

Despite the volume of human traffic on the highway-like tracks, this little corner of the park is pretty, and every time I go I discover another hidden gem that is well familiar to the locals.  

Angela recovered quickly from her ordeal and the honourable battle scar is fading - she even seems to have forgiven (or forgotten) being dragged through the type of detritus you can only find in the bottom of a bushy gully.         

A few days later we get an email from Nigel with the results.  Compared to February, there's significantly less activity overall across the tunnels monitored, although one of the lines that angela and I did was 8/10 positive. The results suggest that rat numbers have declined over winter with less activity near trapping lines - both results unsurprising I guess. 

It's interesting to see just how much human hours are required to maintain trapping and monitoring across what feels like a large area, but is a vanishingly small proportion of the range. And even then, in a mast year the rats basically overwhelm the trapping efforts.  It does feel like it is having some impact though and with the assistance of an aerial operation every few years it may be possible for some bird species to maintain a toe hold - at least in this valley.


 

Saturday, 15 February 2020

Trapping - Holdsworth

Mike, Angela and I are looking at adopting ourselves into a trapping programme somewhere - Holdsworth seems to tick the boxes:
  • not too far away
  • a bunch of active volunteers so it looks like it is sustainable
  • contributes to biodiversity in the Tararua Park (which really needs help)
  • complements DOC's work in the area
  • some tangible goals (reintroduction of north island robin).
This is a monitoring weekend so we're going to tag along to get a bit of an idea of what is involved.

What:     Pest monitoring
Where:   Holdsworth
When:    15-16 February 2020
Who:      Mike, Angela and I, plus a cast of thousands


We turn up bang on the dot of 15 minutes late and sidle unobtrusively into the back of the group of tramping types gathered around the road end shelter.  Mike and Angela are allocated to Phil and Annette and I'm foisted onto a group of Rathkeale college students and their teacher Shane (or 'sir' as they call him - even when he isn't there).

The instructions are simple: go and find your monitoring line (a randomly generated transept marked by blue triangles with monitoring tunnels at set intervals), follow the line and put a baited ink card in the tunnels along the way, then return to base. The next day return and pick up the cards to see what varmints have scuttled across it.

Angela and Mike will be heading across the river to climb to Holdsworth Lookout above Gentle Annie Stream (not Rocky Lookout - the track to Holdsworth Lookout is not marked on the map). My group has two lines between Pinnacle and the river that are in steepish country and a little off the local trails. 



My weekend wandering - monitoring lines approximately in red elipses

Putting the cards out

Shane has done it before so sends us to the top of Pinnacle. There are traps on the way up and the remains of rats around many of them.  At the top we stop for a while and watch the cloud slowly lifting - after a few snacks the lads go for a reccy to find the top of the spur we want.

The students are quite happy working out how to use the GPS and leading down the slope - taking every opportunity to knock over rotten trees on the way.

The GPS drops us in the right vicinity and as soon as we see a blue triangle it becomes rapidly apparent that the line is well marked and there is a faint foot trail. Because it is a transept it takes the straightest not easiest line which is a bit of fun for all.

After an initial bit of farfing about, the students get into the swing of it - first one up opens and clears the tunnel, second folds out the card, third applies a liberal portion of peanut butter to the centre of the inked area, second places card in tunnel, and first and second reset the tunnel and peer in the end to make sure things are ship shape before they crash off to the next point. Shane and I watch on.








At the end of the line we radio in and cut diagonally up slope to avoid a bluff and reach the Pinnacle track we came up. Time for another break and bite to eat.

The next line (AV6) is on the way back to the carpark. There's a marked pest trail leaving the track and we follow it a little too far before dropping down a spur and having to sidle back. This is a steeper line but the lads are well practiced now and we rattle through and have a break at the bottom.

It's quite hot and I'm glad of my light shirt - I'm also glad of my trousers as it is basically bush bashing the whole way (fortunately it's not scrubby).

The bottom of the line is not too far from a marked creek - we bash down slope, cross and climb to the saddle on the next ridge. It's pretty open so easy going and there's a trapline that follows the ridge that we can follow all the way back to the camp. It turns out to be a line that I stumbled on once before. Once the lads have a whiff of the final downhill they (mostly) stop smashing things and hare off down the track. Shane is clearly used to the antics of midteens of the male type and brings up the rear.

We're the last team back and Eric the contract DOC ranger dispenses cold water and tea while we compare notes before I head to the lodge to relax for the rest of the afternoon.

Mike and Angela have finished an hour or two earlier and we eventually catch-up and head into Masterton for a pub dinner.

Bringing the cards back

The next morning, a little wiser and in the interests of efficiency, Shane allocates me two lads and he takes a third. I've already claimed newbie privilege and offered to do the closer line.

We head up the trail on the true left of the Atiwhakatu until the stream just short of the slip - here we part company with Shane.

The lads are relying on the GPS which is insisting that we haven't reached the side stream yet but it's clearly the right one. As expected, although it isn't steep there is a lot of treefall and it is slippery. At one point there's a wee water fall and we have to do a bit of a scramble up a crumbly slope to sidle above. The lads appear to enjoy this bit immensely.

Rather than use the GPS to navigate straight to the start of the line, I try to get them to follow the lie of the land and follow a wee side stream to where the blue triangles crossed yesterday. The GPS is a bit too alluring though and we end up leaving the stream early and following the electronic arrow (with a bit of an overshoot).

I dutifully radio in our arrival at the start and (after a snack break) we start the line. The first card is absolutely covered in prints and the peanut butter is completely gone. And this is the case for all of the following nine. In a couple of cases the rats have chewed through the card completely.



Ink cards that have been ratted
Photo credit Holdsworth Trapping

Doing the line uphill means that we get a breather at each tunnel and we make good time to the end of the line. Rather than return the way we came we follow a spur up to Pinnacle track and another snack/breather. Shane radios in that he has finished his line and I figure he will be about 50 minutes behind us so we head on out.

Dividing the two lines means that we are back around the same time as the other teams. Nigel exhibits cards from other lines that have mice and weta prints, and we drink more of Eric's tea.  The lads are clearly famished and tuck into a dehy meal each and a tin of spaghetti. There's a cut in half A24 that gets handed around and we dissect one of the new(ish) lure capsules that have an ingenious system of extruding lure over a prolonged period - it involves a magnet, a resister, a battery and a ten cent piece - we theorise that it works on an electrolytic reaction that produces a gas.



Lure capsule
Photo credit Holdsworth Trapping

The results are in ...

A few days later Nigel emails to say that the results are pretty grim - rats everywhere with a few exceptions that seem to link to the most intensive trapping. They have a bunch of new A24 traps to put out so hopefully things will improve.

We've confirmed to Nigel that we're keen to adopt a couple of lines so we'll see how that goes.