Records
Current players can only play a maximum of 4 Hawke Cup Challenge matches a season, and that is only for members of the team holding the Hawke Cup and defeating every challenger (first defence within their own zone and defeating the winners of the other three zones). Historically there have only been between 2 and 6 Hawke Cup Challenge matches every year for the holders, so it has been difficult for players to build much of a record unless they have been part of a strong team and have had a lengthy career.
Nevertheless, 18 players have scored more than 1000 runs and 8 players have taken more than 90 wickets.
The only current player who has more than 1000 runs is G.G. Robinson of Hamilton. (April 2008)
| Player | Team(s) | Career | Mat | Inn | NO | HS | Runs | Ave |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Leggat I.B. | Nelson | 1948-68 | 38 | 56 | 1 | 130 | 1968 | 35.78 |
| Reade L.B. | Nelson | 1958-73 | 35 | 57 | 2 | 117 | 1951 | 35.47 |
| Lowans G.E. | Nelson | 1958-73 | 30 | 48 | 1 | 130 | 1811 | 38.53 |
| Anderson R.W. | Northland & Southland | 1970-77 | 16 | 31 | 6 | 255 | 1773 | 70.92 |
| McVicar C.C. | Manawatu | 1935-54 | 28 | 44 | 1 | 180 | 1754 | 40.79 |
| Spence D.V. | Hawkes Bay & Nelson | 1949-67 | 34 | 51 | 8 | 151 | 1574 | 36.60 |
| Robinson G.G. | Hamilton | 2001- | 14 | 22 | 2 | 268 | 1482 | 74.1 |
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