Kev wrote:You are still Australian Mopar Rep, mate! I'll take MMA Australia Area Rep!!
No probs, I got Mid West area rep all sown up here We got some serious Hemis etc round here, funny thing is my old Aus rust bucket draws more attention than anything!
Cold, grey, miserable, cold, wet, cold, grey vs. hot, hot, hot, hot, FULL OF DANGEROUS MAN-KILLING GIVE-YOU-A-BITE-IF-YOU-SO-MUCH-AS-LOOK-AT-THEM ANIMALS?
Oh, and I just watched a programme on TV where spiders accidentally (or maybe they were pushed) fall in swimming pools, form a bubble of air around themselves and wait to be scooped up by unsuspecting hands...
..WHALLOP! A & E and anti-venom serum here we come.
J.H.C.
Watch out for the ones that like to hide in car sunvisors, too.
Don't even get me started on Box Jellyfish. They're JELLY fish fer gawds sake! Put the faster-than-light worst-poison-in-the-known-world darts away lads - I mean you no harm.
Good idea for the Australia Area rep Kev! Now, I've got me full body armour sorted, when can I book the flights?
Philth wrote:Cold, grey, miserable, cold, wet, cold, grey vs. hot, hot, hot, hot, FULL OF DANGEROUS MAN-KILLING GIVE-YOU-A-BITE-IF-YOU-SO-MUCH-AS-LOOK-AT-THEM ANIMALS?
Oh, and I just watched a programme on TV where spiders accidentally (or maybe they were pushed) fall in swimming pools, form a bubble of air around themselves and wait to be scooped up by unsuspecting hands...
..WHALLOP! A & E and anti-venom serum here we come.
J.H.C.
Watch out for the ones that like to hide in car sunvisors, too.
Don't even get me started on Box Jellyfish. They're JELLY fish fer gawds sake! Put the faster-than-light worst-poison-in-the-known-world darts away lads - I mean you no harm.
Good idea for the Australia Area rep Kev! Now, I've got me full body armour sorted, when can I book the flights?
And on top of all that the place just spontaneously com busts when it feels like,,,,,, burning your chuffing house down every year
Went out with me fishing club to do a bit of sharking last night in the Brisbane River. Got there at 6pm. Caught 1 small Bream, 1 Turtle, lost a load of tackle, got home at 4am. Forgot me keys so slept in the Falcon. T-shirt and shorts all night without getting cold at all. (Better reports to follow!!! )
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i once went snorkeling up by the mouth of the Brisbane river
think the place is Moreton Island (where the moreton bay bugs come from i think)
its a sandbar with a few bits of grass and a dolphin research station
they scuttled a load of 1920's and 1930's dredgers there to make an Un-natural harbour years ago.
swam out across the channel to one of the boats and noticed all the lovely little fish were hiding behind me whenever i swam past the open rusting cargo doors on the side of the nackered old boat.
there is a real current there so i was getting to that oh-Bananarama! this is bloody hard work state and decided to down flippers on the submerged deck.
but to get there i had to swim over the open and deathly black door to the bowels of the ship and i was suspicious, them little fishies know something i don't.
half way over and this head about a foot wide pops out
i literally flew........... gob full of pacific ocean mask round me neck
Mrs in tow
wasn't till i got settled halfway up the side of the cabin bleeding from foot and hand that i noticed her laughing...
"didn't you see that poster in the shop of all the sharks they get here"
that one is a wobegong i.e vegetarian... and not really a shark.
but it was massive
no it wasn't your mask has a magnifying effect...
never lived that down....
"bloke had his arm swallowed by one in the kids pool at Bronte beach in syndey, mind....they had to drag it off before it gummed it into a mush"
afterwards we went and annoyed the 2=3 foot wide stingrays with little knowledge of their hatred of steve Irwin.
you see a fence post on the bottom...it moves and then you feel sick as you see it is just its tail and its body is bloody huge like a duvet, its eyes are the size of golf balls and its funny little mouth is flapping about 6 inches infront of ya face.
best ones were epaulet sharks
perfect great white shark shape and form...got the dorsal fin and nasty looking mouth...but only about 6-9 inches long... like an airfix kit shark... can have ya fingers off if you let em...so try not to point
Oh man i miss it......weekends doing vaguely dangerous stuff in the sea....top fun.
few tins on the beach watching the dolphins do rude stuff
excellent
sorry Kev came over all "what have i done" for a sec.... 4 years since i came back.
Dave
The Greater Knapweed near the Mugwort by the Buckthorn tree is dying
Some of the other boys were landing catfish. I'd been told to watch out for their spikes. Me mate lent me his thong (flip flop, before you all start!) I whacked the dorsal fin and the spike went straight through the thong They have a spike on either side fin as well. All the fish seem to be able to hurt you pretty good. Flathead has big spikes, Bream have a huge row of hinged spikes on the back and have big teeth as do all the others.....If you get spiked the treatment is the hottest water you can bear to try and kill off all the bacteria. The catfish were destined for me mate's crab pots as they have no size limits and are seen as a bit of a pest.......
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71% that's a yes then Kev keep em coming.
you prob seen this but for its worth.
Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town, west of Quilpie in the far south west of Queensland)
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!
This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's ar*e and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka show last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of Bananarama!!! You don't even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Sheila
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