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 Meeting Absurd, The 6 foot flightless bird.  My grandfather had an ol saying regarding Emu's, Is there nothing so absurd as a 6 foot flightless bird. something I never really paid attention to nor forgot. So it was 2006, I was working close to home and had to muster some sheep, I crested the top of a hill and paused while the mob gathered below, half hour job ahead i stopped for a cigarette and just let the sheep take their time. The old Honda Ag 250 was spluttering a bit and the chain was loose so I tucked my pants into my socks. I looked down at the mob through the dust they had kicked up behind them, 600 head of sheep will do that in the desert.  In the distance ahead of the sheep I noticed a post, looked like a marker to me, farmers use them a lot to visually identify a place of importance in such featureless country.  However no sooner had I thought this and it stood up, The sheep scattered, left and right, and through the haze I made it out, an Emu. He stood h...

  Learning perspective Part #1. Learning to bow fish... I was 11 at the time, but never forget my first fish caught with a bow and arrow.  It was with 2 friends, one old now but my age then, the other a new friend but he was an older bloke, his name was Sollah, but I  guess I will never know how it was actually spelled.                                   Me on left with my little brother about a year before bow fishing. Back to the beginning My mate Milton or Milt and I had watched a doco with his father in which some native Americans were showing bow fishing, we thought it looked like fun, and easy, so we devised with our fathers how we could work off enough money to each buy a bow, Milts father even produced a black and white mail order catalog with various bows for sale from Canada, I still have mine. I don't remember how long it took exactly, but our dads helped us fill in an...

  WARNING BREAD IS DANGEROUS!!! Going viral before social media. >>SATIRE<< *Original e-mail 1997.* Prologue, For more context regarding the origin of this piece read the Epilogue. *Prologue from 2006. WARNING The dangers of Bread...   We have all seen or heard the news online, radio and on the idiot box and the current affairs type alarmist articles, program segments and posts.  You know the ones, Meat causes cancer, milk is bad for you,The cholesterol in eggs will give you a heart attack, Sugar is evil, Soy is destroying the rain-forest, Palm oil is clearing the jungles and killing orangutans etc etc..  Just thismornin I came across a sugar = bad one,Then a warning that woolies hot cross buns use palm oil so if you buy it you just killed an orangutan and soon after a the dangers of alcohol. The comparisons were more alarming to me than the attempted warnings with the attempt to shock people into not eating something because ??? ...

  An opinion piece only. Full disclosure I am not an aboriginal person, In my life experience and studies I have drawn my own conclusions and had elements explained to me via various and multiple groups and individuals with differing insights.                                       Nhulunbuy Australia day 2015. I will start with the contention, regarding the 'welcome to country' often incorporating a 'smoking ceremony', and not to be confused with an 'Acknowledgement of country'. My understanding of W2C is that it is in current form relatively new, bastardised and or basically patented, when asked how I feel about such welcomes ceremonies anywhere I simply say let capitalism sort it out, don't pay anyone to do a ceremony, let the volunteers only do it. As I came to understand it was sort of rare and reserved for initiations, adoptions and predominantely on Australia day when we welcomed ne...

 How to get banned from the pub... The year is 2006, and 8 crazy mates meet up for a 1 week fishing trip for the local salmon competitions, we literally booked out a row of cabins and came with over $5000 worth of booze, There is no way I could remember it all, cartons upon cartons, boxes of port, bottles of vodka, whisky, rum etc. For legal reasons we had decided on the over 1800km drive to use only nicknames to protect the guilty. We checked in and settled first night, some scouting and a plan, up all night catching up we haven't seen each other in almost a year. Ok so we are at Locks Well 1st day doing some surf fishing, -Token/Bummer, -Butcher/2 fitty, -Bigfish, -Fiddler/Wobblygong, -Dropkick/Rex hunt, -lube /Creamy, -Doozy/Weedy and me Stonefish aka The Stingray. 2 Fitty, aka Butcher and the lads.  The place is getting crowded and we are not having much luck compared to others who have devised a system where they have a mate at the top of the cliffs who can see the school...

Meeting  John/athon (gone) moretti.                                    Image= Me the same year I met Gone near a spot we went fishing. Now Gone is an interesting fellow, I can't give an exact date that I met him as I did not write in my diary for a period of weeks, beginning 15th march and diary entries resumed on the 9th July 2006.  All I have is a few jotted notes about him and memory to go on. I had a new home/base, but was called to work  for the important Easter period at a caravan park owned by a mate. (thats another yarn).  Anyway the first time I met him was rather uneventful, Nothing too much to say, I just had a feed and walked in to the bar at the Arno Bay hotel,  A bloke sat next to me asked "Hard day?", to which I replied , "no not really, fairly easy one, You ?".  "every day is an easy one when you are retired" he said, or something to...