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Ulva Island off the coast of Stewart Island off the coast of the South Island in New Zealand somewhere in the Pacific...
Despite months of nay-sayers who claimed it could not be done Carrie and Matt set out in search of the evasive Stewart Island Brown Kiwi. Having awoken before dawn to meet their boat the two adventurers made land at the Ulva Island docks known haunt of both the aggressive Black-backed Gull and the duplicitous Black Shag. At this hour even these shady, fly-by-night dealers were nowhere to be seen. As the sun slowly crept up over the horizon our heros proceeded inland armed only with soft footsteps and a monocular
After forty minutes of stealthy sneaking they spotted their goal. A mere two meters away in the brush trying to look like a bush stood the Kiwi bird. Hunters and hunted stared into each other's eyes for but a moment. One tired from a night of eating the others tired from awaking at dawn in uncomfortable beds. The Kiwi moved on over the ridge leaving only a memory and this picture as evidence.