Tuesday, Jul 13, 2004 at 21:28
Hey John C, where was your camp - my Dad and his mates had a camp just south of
the Bubbler (a permanent camp) made mostly from oregon pine washed up on the beach. Sometimes the beach was so good and the moon right that we could go up late Friday nights (and the tide too) other times it was stinking, especially when the black rocks were exposed about Teewah. Used to bribe Sid the bargeman with a couple of tinnies (and an
orange in case he got scurvy). The Sarg at
Tewantin Police Station got sick of seeing me drive Dad's LWB Landrollover past the Police Station and made me get a drivers licence. LOL. Couldn't get away with it now. Your story reminded me of the time I was 'up the beach' on my own and busted the axle in the soft sand up near the Lighthouse - bogged in soft sand, no 4wd, incoming higher than usual tide, prayers not working and late in the afternoon, middle of the week, in the days when the only people travelling the beach were the wormies.
All I could think of was how to get out of the mess and not cause Grievious Bodily Harm to Dad's pride and joy. Out of the sandy mist came one of the wormies - my saviour. Got out of the bog, slunk back to camp. next morning at low tide took off for
home with fingers crossed. When I got onto the barge Sid already knew about my misadventure and it was a pretty sure bet Dad did too. Straight to the Garage thinking I could get it fixed without him knowing. No such luck. Told me he thought I'd already learned a few lessons out of that (I did). Thanks for reminding me of that John C. Good times up there - fine fishing also.
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