Yesterday, i went back to a camping/fishing spot, that i was last at over easter,,(see "bad camping ethics"), in hope of catching another fish or 2, to top off the last week of my holiday. little did i know that i would have to cut it short, this morning, in fear of my safety, and finaly ending up in the local plods office,( 

). No, i wasn,t in trouble, just stumbled on a drug crop, while it was being watered. 



. Never has walking away from a situation, in the bush, quietly and quickly, been such a difficult thing to do, as every step sounded like thunder, in my ears.
When you see one person, (grower or crop minder), you don,t know if they are alone or not, whether they are armed or not, or what their state of mind is like.
Had the shakes by the time i got back on to the main road.


Laurie.
 
			
		
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