He starts those rumors as a strategy to get more money. They didn't
blink in Montreal, they told him to screw himself. He's just a greedy
little bastard... what a creep.
I used to go to quite a few F1 races in Montreal, but at $ 650 for a
gold seat, $ 6000 for a hospitality pass.
Are they nuts?
The Australian F1 for 2012 has been sold out already, maybe we'll go
to another oner one.
Know the feeling, and was fortunate to see a lot of it. When I lived
there in the early sixties there were only 11 million people in the
entire country and outside the few big cities it was akin to going back
in time to the mid 1800s in the US, what with the crocodile hunters,
pearl divers, cane cutters and soldiers of fortune floating about.
Stored up great memories and experiences in the country, from a stint
buffalo hunting on horseback in the Cape York peninsula, to surviving a
plane crash just outside of Mount Ida, to picking up beer and rent money
bare knuckle fist fighting in North Queensland, for starters ... a great
place for a young man to knock about in those days.
That said, think I'll go listen to a little Slim Dusty and Bushlanders
That would have been hard, back
then, crashing in the Isa, like<g>
Indeed so, and not appreciated by many from
elsewhere in Australia, believe it or not.
Being just a kid my five tonne a day
(cut and load) was considered a good
days yakka. The experience stood me in
good stead in later years as I supplemented
meagre apprenticeship wages in "cutting plant"
on a Saturday. I could earn in one day what
the Trade paid me for a week!
I saw the light, eventually .. and got me some of
Catch up with John Williamson, Paul Kelly and
Kevin Carmody while you are "in the mood"<g>
I was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and take it that he meant
Mount Isa, and he may suffer from FFS
But, seeing there is a Mount Ida as well,
maybe he did mean Mount Ida as he didn't say when he was there
and Mount Ida closed about 3 or 4 years ago
Well there ya go..having not heard of that operation
I assumed it was a keystroke error.. "D" n' "S" being
neighbours, like. Could well be FFS, though.
Pretty prevalent amongst "terrista", n' that like :-)
Ida has had a colourful history.. to say the least, eh?
Supposed to reopen last year under yet another new
Still, a light plane crash out in the Nullarbor is likely
comparable to coming down around the Isa, even
today. Not ideal country for a wander, that is.
So either way the guy gets creds.. in my book :-)
Dying to know how you hunt buffalo on
horseback, especially up in the Cape!
The Gulf country one might just handle a ride
but you would want a good arse hold in the
saddle around them creeks up around the Cape!!
Mr. Three.0.Three would be my choice
as a 'buddy'... and a looooooooong shot,
in 1960-? <g>
<second attempt to respond ... Thunder bird apparently ate the first>
"MT IDA" ... see previous post
Was in Oz for approx three years, from 63 to 65 and for a while (six
months or so) worked for a Greek exporter who exported feral water
buffalo beef/meat to the US for use in pet food manufacturing.
He had abattoir's in Darwin, Normonton (sp?), and, for a while also
operated out of Cooktown.
The crew I was on consisted of four or five Land Rovers, equipped with
metal containers and trailers, that ferried the meat from where it was
shot, skinned, and quartered to strategically placed mobile
refrigeration units (as close to the action as they could get, but
generally at least two or more days drive by LR) and then taken to the
abattoirs for processing; half a dozen Aborigine skinners; up to two
dozen horses; one of his sons (one of the worst cooks in the world,
whose "specialty du jour" was curry, ad infinitum, containing fresh
buffalo liver (among other bits) washed down with liberal amounts of
Ouzo/water ... can you spell HEARTBURN?), and me ... hired because I
could both shoot a rifle, and being raised on a horse farm, could ride,
shoe/trim, and handle horses.
As much of the shooting (with a British 303 Enfield) as possible was
done from one of the LR's, but often had to be done off horseback (you
do NOT approach a wild herd of water buffalo on foot, for a number of
reasons!). I would venture to say that during that period I
traveled/rode well over 1500 miles through Arnhem Land and portions of
the Cape York Peninsula.
Fair dinkum, mate ... and you may not have been born yet. ;)
I have boxes upon boxes of color slides from this period ... if they are
still viewable I'll see if I can get some prints and post them to the web.
BTW ... I was in Cooktown the night Aborigines got the right to vote (or
maybe it was to drink legally?) in Queensland. A wilder night at the
pubs I've never seen.
Still holds (the creds given), though.. hard country
The Norman (Normanton) Gilbert Rivers and
up to Staaten Park reserve is all my stamping
ground, know it well:-)
Maybe the forerunner to Game Produce of
Australia, a company my company built a
number of "kill boxes" for back in the 80's.
A rough mob (business wise) they were
bankrupt inside two years despite having
a ready market in Germany for pig
meat, and selected offal (the kidney etc)
tied to the backbone of cleaned hung carcasses.
Story is they didn't pay their bills. I got
my money, before delivery:->
A Greek patriot doing a curry (of anything) and
dallying with fresh liver? It's wonder you survived!
The Ouzo was used to drown the churned
guts, I take it?
Likely you have seen more of it than I!
And contrary to what that Crocodile Dundee
character would have folks believe, anywhere
on foot near buffalo isn't at all clever.
Every home (on a property) must have had a
brace of 303 Enfields as "war surplus". I had a
rechambered "sports", firing a 270cal rimless.
Nice weapon if a tad slow (reload) and lacking
punch compared to the 30/30 Winchester.
However all our pig hunting was done with just
dogs and a knife, as we used to hobble the
"gooduns" to get them penned later.
Plenty of "war stories" from those days<g>
heh.. '63 I was blowing tree stumps with
"greasy" Gelly and powder fuses. Just kids,
but between my two younger brothers
and myself - with Dad doing the c'saw
work behind the dozer - we cleared 53 acres
of virgin rainforest in just two years.
Something you don't tell folks today<g>
Something of the Abo crew (working) would be
good for something I am working on web
wise.. but do not sweat it.
I do thank you for the offer, though.. and
your full response on your take of your time
What I have done is knocked you up a gift. You will
need a crafty lady(?) friend to get the product
but it is gratis with no obligation implied or
inferred. If the name needs changing, jes holler like.
Maybe you can find a golf bag, cap or a toolbag to
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Had to look it up meself, n' that<g>
Every man has the right to their own destiny, in my book.
However some do have an excess of vertical climbs
placed in their path. We (.au - the white mob) should have had
"self determination" in place _before_ "assimilation".
Doing it the other way there was 20 years of drinking, drugs
and substance abuse before indigenous Aussies finally got
the right to run their own show. Total fuckup.. IMHO.
For myself the two milestones were the referendum:
and the events preceding "Land Rights" which (really)
was initiated by Lingari, for which I gave you the link to
I was not to know at the time, although quite transfixed
by the whole saga, that the spinoff from Wadi Creek
was to carry great influence in my life, later on, much
And yes, the pubs..?..I grew up in mostly rural precincts
of the regional centres in NQ where you never saw a
blackfella, yet it was "bush", and their spiritual
lands! heh... don't get me started on that topic:-/
My partner never even saw a blackfella until her
highschool years, when at last they were allowed
into "Town". Yet it was still many many years
after that we could actually interact without having
"social dispersions" cast our way from the
protestant type Anglo-Saxon mob<g>
.. but I do go on some, like:-)
"Mt Ida" ... no typo. Hitchhiked a ride on a DC3 mail plane heading for
Perth that lost all hydraulics en route, and "crash" is an apt way to
describe the resultant reuniting with mother earth on a deserted
airstrip close to the "town", and I use the term loosely, of Mt Ida.
Although no one was seriously injured, we spend three days there before
being able to get out on another plane. Smallest "town" I've ever seen ...
Thanks for the link ... <g>
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