After reading Footy's recent short stories it inspired me to put pen to paper:
In early 2005 I received a call from an old stockman living outside of
Perth who I've known for a while. He wanted to find an old forgotten Stock Route in the Pilbura some where south east of the De Gray.
Why not I thought, and left the Village in late May.
The trip west was uneventful, until I almost skittled a copper who jumped onto the road as I was coming into
Ceduna. This fella had a fair bit of attitude and was getting under my collar.
Had a go at him for being a stupid mongrel for jumping in front of the car like that.... anyway it turned out alright in the end (more on that later).
Next morning I toddled off to Eucla and decided have a bit of look around in the local area. After coming back to the
camp ground I went up to service station to buy a packet of smokes.
There was a fella in there dressed as a woman having a yarn to the attendant. Bit out of place I thought then went back to
camp. Later in the evening, this gorgeous thing wanders in and starts chatting me up. Then the question of money came up, and the penny dropped.
Later on I passed them in a Combi, and sure enough the guy dressed up as a women and the shirla were in the car together.
Then moved on to Kalgoorlie to stock up prior to
Meekatharra.
Unfortunately, rather than be sensible I went down to that pub where the Palm tree is, got full as a boot and finished up scrapping with some fella, which resulted in dental damage and a few other tickles.
Met up with my mate and his mate in
Meekatharra then headed north to pick up a track leading into a cattle station we were going to stay for a couple of days. We were barely out of town when this dill jumps out into the middle of the road in a work area.
My mate had to come to a hard stop to avoid road kill. He (the dill) gets on the UHF and starts stirring up the road crew.
My mate puts up with this for a minute or so then got on the radio and told them were to stick their $5000 fine. Everything went quiet after that.
We had a feed and a beer at Kumarina and later on found a dry creek bed off the track mentioned above approximately 70 Kms west of the Northern Highway.
The two of us (the other fella was in his swag) then proceeded to drink, and give dribble a new meaning......but by golly we were happy sitting around that fire!
The next instalment go's down
hill a bit unfortunately.
Regards
Kim