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Otago Witness, Issue 3870, 15 May 1928, Page 25

A party of shootists in the Waimea district found themselves subjected to something novel in the shape of rations (reports the Southland Tinies). The dawn of May 1 found a party comfortably settled in position and awaiting its feathered targets. The hours dragged by with but a dozen birds to show for the vigil and the '‘inner man" asserting his claim. The tucker box, neatly wrapped and tied up, was produced, and the sportsmen laid aside their guns the better to satisfy the cravings of hunger. The string and paper were discarded, revealing a cardboard box which from the inscriptions thereon it could be gathered contained the latest in ladies’ footwear—and it did. It would not be safe to print the language hurled at the head of the unfortunate member of the party whose duty it was to provide the luncheon.