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Learning how to tell the sex of a salt water crocodile, it requires putting your hand into the animals cloaca and depending on what you feel - or don't feel, you can tell the difference between a male and a female. Three metres and over will always be male but under 3 metres could be either so we had to know which were which so we could place them in the correct ponds.
That was 20 years ago in Broome.
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Originally Posted by Sandgroper
So I see where groper comes from - where does sand fit in :D:D:D:D
Martyn
I was sneakily drawing a group caricature of my work colleagues when the boss caught me - He instructed I was not to do anything else until I finished the cartoon which included him.
I've made some interesting radio calls....
after being loaned to another call sign to cover their injured radio operator I had to call my old call sign, First radio call I had to make on my first night shift after a long drive to get there.
"5A, This is 5A, message over"
"Farey this is 5A you're not here anymore"
"5A this is 0A, my transmission log shows a call from your callsign to your callsign, Why are you you talking to yourself on my means? over"
After a big resupply, refuel, rearm and repair push our section was on a rest break in location we'd hooked up a tV and not wanting to miss the movie I'd remoted the radios via a crew box and my helmet and was doing the radio work from the back of the room with the ACV parked outside... during radio work I'd go stand outside and watch through the door way, a call sign that had been listening in and thought that it was near our location must have heard the movie over the mic during the preceeding transmission.
"5a ack out"
"5a, 33, Are you in contact over"
"33, 5A, nope watching a movie, maintain radio silence, out"
On Ex in WA to get and maintain coms I've built a kite out of a pair of sleeping bag liners, a 292 masthead antennae, hootchie cord and then flew it with about half a K of don 10 field wire as an antennae.
We got hit by the basb plague and the ex was put on hold so I spent the 3 day break in place talking to russia on the HF set. The fun ended when I had to ground the kite because we got helicopters in support in the area and apparently it was a flight hazard.
Take a busload of severely disabled adults to see the girlfriend of one of them.
Her name was Tanya and she was an old mannequin in a red dress outside the local antiques store.
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Hahahaha and who can forget "how long's the next bus":DQuote:
Originally Posted by Ausfree
Or "do you go to Neutral Bay driver, NO, she said "but it says you do":bangin:
Ahhh the memories, I got asked if I went to St James Station, while at the bus stop at Market Street, I said yes sir I do, it's right behind you, he said "smart arse" and walked off:cool:
Baz.
My BIL, who is a vet, once had to kill a little old lady's pet budgie because she lived on a farm which had been quarantined with bird flu.
I was working for machine tool company, installing and repairing said machine tools. One installation was at the, then new, maximum security prison on the way to Geelong. Was a experience having a guard with a rifle minding you and inmates giving you a once over. Another job was to repair a lathe on the 14th floor of the reserve bank of Melbourne. Getting in to where you park was like a scene from a James Bond Movie. Off the street and down a ramp to a turn table. Service van was rotated to the next ramp, then down to another turntable and finally one more ramp to the car park. Where there was pallets of money waiting for delivery. Funny enough and gee I don`t know why, but it was a close escort from the van to the lifts.
Cheers Hall
Parramatta prison was a lousy place to fix phones. After being signed in at the front gate you had to walk, unescorted, across the yard where the prisoners were to the admin building in the centre of the prison. Believe me the eyes were spinning in all directions during the walk, because you carried your tools with you. Screwdriver, pliers etc
As a telecom technician, Without doubt the old basement of the Melbourne Museum - like scene after scene from Tomb Raider ,
DiscoMick's post reminds me of when a colleague was tacking down a cable under a bench and he gently tapped the customers yap yap dog on the head (with his cross pein hammer) to shut it up - and KILLED it !!!