Tuesday, Feb 27, 2007 at 15:55
A tale with a moral. Prospecting up
Georgetown area Qld ,sometimes on the dirt roads u gotta take your false teeth out let alone the property tracks. One particular day Ozesheila ( yeh she's my lovely wife) decided to stay back at
camp , luckily, so I went off with the dog Cooper to a new area. To much study of the terrains geoligy instead of the speed of track , came around the top of a hilly corner and Shiii , Sorry, to put it politely, Criiiikey :)) there were 2 sharp shale ridges across the track about 40cm high with rounded tops. Crikey I thought :), I jabbed the brakes to compress the front, bow down then bow going up just before impact, I caught a glimps of the moon thru the windscreen just as the back wheels hit, then stern up and bow down , then thru the windscreen the second ridge , no need for another compression brake couldn't anyway as by now my feet were up around my nesk and and we were coming down frount wheels first anyway. As luck has it right on the right spot before the 2nd ridge . Front compression then the rear wheels hit the ground then silence, we were airborn again clean over the 2nd ridge, then the trouble started, we were on the down
hill slop with the bow up and couldn't see where we were going to land. The truth is I was hanging on for grim death. After a lot of bouncing and rolling we stopped , checked every thing out underneath, just a few dings here and there , then I remembered the 80Ltr Engel straped down in the back, Ozi's pride an joy . I thought , "Oh
well it'll be dead ", I opened the back it was still going, half wot was in the Engel was out an half wot was out was in including the prospecting pick,( I didn't clip the lid latches down last time I pulled a drink out or zip up the insulation cover ) , its head over the edge and the lid closed on it with the handle sticking out, looking at me if to say "is it safe to come out now". I said to the Pick "You been trying to join the mile high club or sumthin wif our fridge" an the pick said "no she's to cold for that, jes given it a cuddle. When I got back Ozi said how did it go I said ask the pick. I didn't tell her what happened but I guess she'll read this an I'll get a ribblng. That fridge takes a pounding over heavy rutted dirt roads every time we go prospecting and just keeps on going . The Moral of the story is: " If a pick can't stuff an Engle noffin can." Buy an Engel, u won't go wrong. " :)
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