I guess we've all experienced it. Here are some my dill moments:
1. You know you've had enough grog when you start filling up the ash tray instead of the glass.
2. On a trip, the leg started to play up again and I got some of that heat cream stuff. Looked like a toothpaste tube. After packing up the
camp the next morning it came time to clean the teeth. The missus was rattling on about something, and I wasn't taking too much notice of what I was doing. You guessed it. Couldn't get the taste out of my mouth all day.
3. Quite some time back, we purchased a Glind shower unit. I came across one of those flat hose packed in a plastic reel. Good idea I thought. Just throw the hose into the
creek and a man could have a good shower. On a trip, the mate asked me what I doing. It was one of those dreaded moments.... The buggar was laughing his head off and I'm standing there thinking. Then the penny dropped. There was no way the pump was going to open up that flat hose.
4. We visited a mate's family up in the high country. After lunch we toddled off to do a bit off fishing on the river at the rear of their property. On the way back through some soft stuff the car got bogged. During the winching process I lost a finger. Everything got patched up at the local hospital after a couple of hours and I asked my mate on the way back to the house what he'd done with the finger. 'fed it to the chooks, was'nt worth much else' he said (if your still out there Sam Forlani....fair dickum!) LOL.
5. We were pear picking up at Mooroopna on McCormick's property. The old lady was the
cook. There was a bit of a strange fella there and he wasn't all that happy with the cooking. The canals up there are
well known for the
population of Tiger snakes. Don't how he did it, but one night he turned up with a Hessian bag. Opened up the bag and let the snakes loose in the canteen. The old man grabbed the shot gun an took off after him. Occurred to me, even at a
young age, that the gun would have been better used to clear up the snakes first.
6. Finally, we'd been in the bush for a fair while without a wash. The head was becoming a bit itchy so I thought I'd run the comb through the hair during the packing up. Bit later I couldn't figure out where I'd put the comb. The Foreman came up to me and asked if I was a bit on the dull side. Said something like 'ya not going to get on too
well with this crew if you walk around with a comb stuck on the top of your bloody head son'. Won't tell you the nick name the buggars gave me after that.
LOL
Regards
Kim
Regards