I'm sort of siding with the croc on this one ....

Certainly an adventure, and perhaps an ill prepared one.

But it sure beats the hell out of hooking up the mobile home, packing the bread maker and the cappuccino machine and 'exploring' the Kimberleys.......

Ahh......to see the big and wild wide world from a caravan park.

I reckon if I was Don McLeod, I'd be pretty cheesed off. However, I'm sure we've all experienced it - rescuing some clown who has decided to head out into the wilderness like Bear Grylls - but with inadequate preparation and inadequate knowledge of what to expect.

Typically - the blokes you find stranded in the Outback with only one spare, virtually no water, and no idea of the heat they can encounter, even on an average day.

Working around the W.A. Goldfields we'd come across them continually. Setting out on a "bit of exploration" - with no supplies, a 10 yr old road map, and an ancient vehicle.

I've found a bloke with a busted motorbike parked by the side of the Coolgardie-Norseman road on a late Winters afternoon. After checking to see if he was O.K., and finding out his mate had "gone on for help", I noticed he was freezing his nuts off, and shivering.
He was sucking on a cigarette, so I said, "why don't you light a fire?".
"I couldn't find any wood", he replies (insert "roll-eyes" symbol here).

Jesus wept - he was surrounded by enough fallen timber to supply a pumping station boiler for months - and he had petrol in the bike and a ciggy lighter as well (and if he didn't have a ciggy lighter, he's got a magneto and spark plug wire). I left him to freeze - some people don't deserve help.

Another time, the brother is driving back from Norseman in our old Inter 6 wheel tipper. He sees a bloke wheeling a wheel along the road - with no car in sight. He picks him up. The bloke hoists the wheel on board - the tyre's down to about the 4th layer of plies.
He says to the brother - "Is there any tyre shops up ahead? I need to get this tyre fixed".
The brother says, "Kambalda is the nearest tyre shop - but you need more than a tyre fix. mate - you need a new tyre!"

"Oh, I was hoping to get it fixed - for nothing", says the hiker. "You see, me and my 3 mates haven't got any money! - we left Sydney 4 weeks ago in an old Humber - with just a dollar between us!
Geez, people have been SO nice to us all along the way! They've given us meals, given us fuel, and fixed the car - all for nothing!"

The brother dropped him off at the mine entrance with another 40 cliks to go to Kambalda and wished him luck. We discussed how many dropkicks like this mob travel around the country, all utilising the good-heartedness of ordinary people to survive.

We discussed how, if you had a servo or a business, you'd give them a feed or a few litres of fuel to get rid of them, before they ended up stealing something.

It's like fire extinguishers and snatch straps - you usually end up emptying your extinguisher on some other clowns fire (and they never offer to refill it) - and you usually damage your snatch strap pulling some clown out of some stupid position, any sensible-thinking person would never have got into (the last time, I had to pull a 5 tonne Budget van-body truck out of a roadside drain, after he tried to turn around by backing off the shoulder into the drain - and the rear of the truck body bottomed out on the dirt on the far side. He was stuck at 90 deg to the Hwy with the front wheels in the middle of the bitumen).

This dumb Kiwi should at the very least, buy Don a 200 litre drum of fuel.
The fact that he wanted off the island without grabbing his gear - then wanted Don to go back and pick it all up, is typical of these clowns thought processes.

I'll wager Don will never see or hear from again, and the Kiwi will soon be off on his next "great adventure" - hoping someone else will put themselves out, to rescue him once again.
I'll wager this clown will now make a motza giving paid media interviews, and becoming a media hit worldwide - but he'd never send any money to Don to compensate him for his rescue efforts (insert bang-head-on-wall symbol here).

I think this article is more reflective of general opinion;

You bloody idiot

Sage words from a long time EO member and one who knows the perils of the Kimberley area all too well.

I'm also very upset that they're describing him as Victorian. He's from across the ditch. God if he wanted social isolation and solitude, he could have moved to the Gold Coast lol


;-)

Cheers Mick

Would have been a travesty of justice if they'd shot the croc just because it ate him ....

Bit like blaming the Lion because you stuck your arm in the cage or the Parrot that bit your finger...