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2 - SOME of the defining occurrences and incidents not mentioned elsewhere from the period the book covers.


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 It was during this period that the trucks and  livestock  became more than something to do on the the weekends etc, and eventually launched us out into the world of the self employed.
For those that don't know, those pigs are wessex saddlebacks and a friend and yours truly carted a ute and trailer load of their relations all the way back from a few miles north of Kaitaia to Waikite Valley when I was managing WAIOTAPU BLOCK.
Read about the drama  catching them on a derelict,  gorse covered block and the episode on the approach to the north side of the Auckland harbour bridge in the mid 1970's in this book.
But SHIT-OH-DEAR that all changed when the COLLEGE BOYS got hold of the stick. Managers were coming and going pretty fast, and I think my predecessor at Edgecumbe was one of the first some buggers stick landed on, the fact that he was ready to retire was just coincidental, no matter what spin they put on it.
For a long time I thought it was that they kept up with the paper work, but if what was said about how one of them delivered a box full of untouched paperwork to the ROTORUA OFFICE each month for his Field Officer to do was true it could not be that.
Just how did some guys become managers, and some never did? How did some last years and in some instances decades, while some only lasted months? Why some blocks that constantly performed better than average had frequent manager changes? Why some looked a mess but did keep managers? EDGECUMBE BLOCK at KAWERUA is a example from the mid fifties to the mid seventies it only had two managers.  The place was under performing in every way and looked it, but those  two guys lasted  until they retired.
Another twist to this is that particularly in Edgecumbe’s case the township of Kawerau was actually built on it and as in most urban areas dogs are not in short supply.
Before I started managing I had never given any thought to the politics of the job.
However until the late seventies when we started getting COLLEGE EDUCATED FIELD OFFICER'S, I think if the paper work was looking right  the Field Officers who in the main  were X FARM MANAGERS and close to RETIREMENT and didn't want to  ROCK THE BOAT, so these  old buggers got away with it.
All the blocks that were close to towns or bush blocks were subjected to a fair amount of dog worrying. I think over the years as the population of Kawerau increased the problem became worse, especially as the manager saw it being more  a Council problem and looked to the Dog Ranger to get it under control.
(I was proactive in this matter and shot 87 dogs in the act of worrying and cut the overall death rate from almost 10% to under 2, in  3 years)
While I was on the ball with eliminating roaming dogs by adopting the US MILITARY’S idea of PRE EMPTIVE STRIKES against any loose dog I saw, I  will admit and know, lowering the death rate had more to do with management than dog control. Here is a bit copied from the Superintendents’ letter regarding worrying dogs from this book.
THE FARM MANAGER, EDGECUMBE BLOCK.  Bob, While we appreciate the way you have got control of the dog problem over there we can not condone some of the methods of which we have been informed you are using.
Yours Eric Gibson.
While appearing to be coping as best he could with the problem in fact from what I could gather did buggeral about it, except to pick up the dead sheep and send a exaggerated BODY COUNT to ROTORUA. The extra fictitious deaths from the dogs went some way to concealing the BLOCKS poor performance, and subsequently his management was not queried.
 It was during the later part of BOB BK03 that I dabbled in farming pigs and goats, neither of which as a shepherd I had previously  much do do with, but thoroughly enjoyed the experience even though both were  a disaster financial, especially the goats. Unchecked pork imports shagged the small pig farmers, but the goats were deliberately setup by clever buggers (mainly non farmers 'entrepeneur') to fail. Although plenty of farmers jumped on the band wagon.
This book BOB BOOK 03;  ISBN 9780473170974;  contains 104,700 words and numerous illustrations is written on 210, A5 pages covering the years 1973 - 1985, it is written, edited, published, and completely produced my myself  (Bob Simmonds.) It is not a glossy, flashed up publication pretending to be something it is not, but a honest account  about the trials and tribulations of coping with a family, staff, office based bosses that now held the stick of authority over me, and the demands of  thousands of head of livestock, while being able to accept the challenges of life in general. 
Today frequently  big sheep farms are refereed to as stations, but when I was a kid a station, was where trains stopped, farms are where most people think  their milk comes from, ranches are from America where  cowboys and Indians  came from, although in New Zealand it used to be a property where the management could be improved on.
In BOB BK03 you can see the same pattern emerge  as in BK02, I  took the managing jobs as far as I could then it's bugger that mate, been there and done that, move on to a another stage with new challenges,  create something out of bugger all ( A small trucking business and a farm both a joke to many people but they kept butter on our bread and there was no bloody saying, YES SIR  or  NO SIR ) In addition unknown to me at the time it created and stored away  new material for BK04.
It was a great period of our lives 1973 to 1985, and strangely enough the only two private farms I worked on were the first and last. The others were all Government farms belonging to the Lands & Survey and the Maori Affairs Departments of the day.  Strangely enough and over the years I have often pondered on why I never applied for a transfer to one of  the central North Island prison farms when a situation for a stockman was advertised.
We get over to EDGECUMBE  and soon sorted the joint out but I think the BOSS thought before my extra curriculum activities ( ECA )(a couple of trucks picking up hay and silage) got me in the POO we are transferred to Waiotapu Block to tidy that one up. In 1980, I was approached by a big logging contractor to help set up and run his properties at Rerewhaakitu, which I did until 1985 by which time I had become far to big for my boots. ECA again this time (TRUCKS AND LIVESTOCK) some might say we were pushed out, and some might say we jumped out into the world of the SELF EMPLOYED but that is for the next three chapters in BOB BK04.
 This book covers my time spent lugging around the stick and all the disadvantages, all the responsibilities, all the paper work, taking  the rap for other joker's fuckups, and all the other things until you are the BOSS you don't know about. But on the other hand  there are a few perks and privileges.  Such as; knowing that at the end of the day the other joker  knew  it was you who had the stick, being able to have a bit of a fuckup and blame some other  bugger,  on a wet day being able to do paper work, or  watch the America's cup or such like on TV.
 But I guess at the end of the day what I had managed to aviod while working directly under some buggers stick caught up with me when I only had to keep out of its shadow, and conseqently the   fucking thing came down on my head. Then if the worst did happen and you had to go out in the rain, there was always the LAND ROVER, or a LAND CRUISER, and some poor sod to open the gates, be it a shepherd or one of your kids. Previously when some manager was telling me all his troubles and raving on about having the worst job on the place  I never used to believe the poor bastards.
While I had a couple of trucks I used for contracting I had only brought them because as Bruce Clothier had said "They get into your BLOOD, be they BIG or SMALL, NEW or OLD." actually an older piece of machinery will always appeal more to me than anything NEW.
Starting the Waiotapu job was a bit like the Edgecumbe one in that the managers house had to be renovated,  But there the previous manager had been given his marching orders and was already gone so consequently I ended up managing both blocks for a couple of  months 'for one lot of pay'.
The town of KAWERAU was built in the mid fifties to house the workers from the paper mill, and as EDGECUMBE BLOCK had big flat areas right there and being government land it was decided that a few houses was seen as no big deal.
What a  country, the STATE educated these buggers at the tax payers expense (Mainly the poor bastard on PAYE) to become professionals, they then set themselves up in business's of all sorts and rip the  same poor buggers on PAYE off for their services.  Next, they buy these bloody lifestyle blocks which can only run at a loss, to save paying tax on the profit from their business, then they have the bloody impertinence to talk about and point the finger at some poor sod on the dole.(I know that’s a pretty simplistic view but it is the guts of how it worked then.)
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