Hey Jeff Mick told me I might be scaring them Buffs with my white legs , they don't see the sun that often . I have never been concerned about my safety anywhere I've been as long as the locals aren't nervous about conditions . One day we passed by a large brown snake and Mick went on High alert . That got my attemtion . Another time we were walking in chest high grass and Mick stopped and took a little detour , when I asked him what was going on he said you listen for snakes in the grass and let them crawl off and then give them some room and walk around them . He says that when I walk about and especially when I'm stalking to listen for snakes , when I told him my hearing is about shot and that I can't hear them he made a comment about me being screwed . About mid hunt we were crossing a grassy plain called the grasshopper and came to a water hole about 50yards wide and a couple hundred yards long . On the other side was a large feral hog walking along doing whatever hogs do when we decided to put on a stalk . The ground around the waterhole was dried up and cracked and felt like omne of those rasps I shape wood with . Of course I thought it would be quieter to go barefoot . After the first 100 yards I knew I made a mistake but along with being foolish I'm also stubborn . Anyone who knows me will be surprised to hear that . After another 50 yards I got close enough to miss . Twice actually . But in my defense I usaully plant my feet before I shoot and now I couldn't even stand . I kept rotating my weight around trying to find something stable but it wasn't meant to be . After the two shots the boar started running off and I let fly again and bounced and arrow off his back , it was his day . I wasn't going to move an inch until Mick drove the truck around to pick me up but the boar wasn't done with me yet . He ran the couple hundred yards around the waterhole and started nosing around so I started back the 150 yards to cut him off . I wasn't really walking just moving along , I'm glad Mick wasn't trying to video me , I think he was laughing too much . By the time I got around the pool I lost sight of him and figured I had enough pig hunting for awhile . That was the last day I went barefoot , but the damage was done . Six days later my foot swelled a little and I thought it was just sore but upon inspection I had a thorn festering in the middle of my foot . Not being able to remove it I made the mistake of asking Mick for help , I think he enjoyed himself too much cutting and digging it out . That said three days after I got home my Goodwife had me soak my feet in Epson salt and took out three more smaller thorns . I'm nomne the worse for wear but when I go back (Lord willing) I will bring moccasins and sock savers . And yes JC if you can believe it it was hotter then Georgia and it is their winter . Mick sleeps in his swag inside his sleeping bag with sweatpants and tee shirt on , I'm in my boxers and just have a light blanket over my middle with legs hanging out . They think I'm crazy but if I was over there in the summer then they would see crazy . I would probably die .
We had a ham that we cut pieces off every day for lunch and after about 6 days I was about hammed out . When we got near a town Mick asked me if I liked corn beef and I thought that would be great , I also said I eat a lot of turkey . First mistake was not being more specific , second was not going along to the store . My visions of thin sliced corn beef were shattered when for lunch we opened a can of corned beef hash and spread it on bread . Another surprise was the turkey , I didn't know there was such a thing as turkey spam . Now I do . I'm not complaining as I really enjoy a rough camp . Makes the memories last and lets you know you're alive . Mick is a great cook and dinners were always delicous . We had pork chops , spaghetti , roast lamb and his best stir-fry chicken to name a few , and yes the best was the fish and chips with the fresh Baramundi .
Topic: back from the Outback (Read 1516 times)
