Back in the late 50's things weren't going too
well for us, but the old man got a job on a property up in the Strathbogie's. He was a bit of a villain, and because of that, we found ourselves back on the road again after a short period of time.
Some how he found a
shack a few
miles away and we returned to the only source of Income at the time, Rabbits and wattle barking. We had an old chev truck, but it was totally unsuitable for spot lighting in steep country.
Far as I can recall he did a deal with the Page? family and finished up with a clapped out soft top Land Drover. Next day we cleared and set the traps, prepared the animals, and had some dinner.
Not long after that a couple of fella's arrived who I hadn't set eyes on before.
They sat around over quite a few bottles of beer and it was decided to visit an adjoining property to
test out the Land Drover with a bit of spot lighting until the morning. The mother wasn't to happy about all this because she knew the country, and gave the old man a fair bit of curry.
We packed up the gear and off we went, but failed to find the
gate at night. The old man was pretty inebriated by this stage and decided to crash the fence which took us into an area we weren't familiar with.
For whatever reason, he decided to drive flat chat down a steep
hill with everyone hanging on for dear life.
During all this carry on, we picked up a mob of rabbits on a down
hill crest and charged down there.
What we didn't know was that it was rocky outcrop, and we went sailing over it for a hundred feet or so down into a gully.
We were all a bit winded and scratched around, but nothing broken.
After a bit of time sitting around in the bush, the old man remarked:
'the old woman not's gunna be too happy about this'.
We all nodded in agreement....
Regards
Kim