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Originally Posted by bob10

Between a rock and a hard place. Bought a caravan, [ a wee ripper] and my sales pitch to SWMBO was the grandkids, go close by [ dicky beach etc] the whole family thing, I think I bunged it on too thick. Well first time for a long time SWMBO totally agreed . That in itself threw me right off [ women are funny cattle, that's what my old man used to say. I should have listened to him] However, where on earth is Girraween? Caravan friendly? Bearing in mind, I can go off grid. Not so much off road. Perhaps we could take Saitch to Gympie, looking for gold.

Stanthorpe, caravan and grandkid friendly. There's a thread in Upcoming Events.

Originally Posted by bob10

You're one up on me, I've never fondled a Merino's arse before.

More a cattleman eh mate?

Originally Posted by Hogarthde

Stonehenge ! was a pub there?

Licenced, not even sly grog.

Originally Posted by V8Ian

Stanthorpe, caravan and grandkid friendly. There's a thread in Upcoming Events.

More a cattleman eh mate?

Might be able to work on that. Cattleman? My dad was. I joined the Navy at 15. Broke his heart, but my heart wasn't in it. [ cattle. dumbest critters on the planet] Cattlemen are just about the maddest mob you can get. I remember once after a muster the ringers put the cattle thru a race from one yard to another and jumped on a beast one at a time, no girth ropes , nothing, rode them like wild men. And they were sober. [ If they were drunk, they would be blueing on] My old man was leader of the pack. A wild bunch, but gentle men. Don't know if we'll see the likes of them any more.

Originally Posted by V8Ian

Licenced, not even sly grog.

So, did you bump into Asterix, Obelix and Dogmatix at Stonehenge?

Originally Posted by bob10

So, did you bump into Asterix, Obelix and Dogmatix at Stonehenge?

I had to Google that, Bob.

Stonehenge Hotel - Barcoo Shire Council

We dodged around the Swan Vale Station a few years ago; talk about ‘ up a dry gully’ ,

and also a day with Lester at Middleton Pub, I wonder if that is still there?

so Ian ,was the Stonehenge on the Station?

i know we are drifting again, blame that navy bloke Bob🤭

Originally Posted by Hogarthde

We dodged around the Swan Vale Station a few years ago; talk about ‘ up a dry gully’ ,

and also a day with Lester at Middleton Pub, I wonder if that is still there?

so Ian ,was the Stonehenge on the Station?

i know we are drifting again, blame that navy bloke Bob🤭

In the village, Dave.
I put up a link in an earlier post but that's not the pub I was thinking of. The pub i stopped at was on the main drag, very small and IIRC the only structure within cooee.
It was somewhere between Longreach and Eromanga. Eromanga, another establishment I was forced to partake of Bundy antifreeze, late one winter night.

Originally Posted by V8Ian

I had to Google that, Bob.

Stonehenge Hotel - Barcoo Shire Council

Didn't run in to Banjo, then?

The Barcoo Shire is a remote rural shire located in western Queensland in the heart of the channel country. Encompassing the towns of Jundah, Windorah and Stonehenge with a total shire population of approximately 460.
The Shire’s primary river systems are the Thomson and Barcoo, which amalgamate above Windorah to become Cooper’s Creek. All rivers and creeks within the Shire merge and flow southwest towards South Australia, terminating at Lake Eyre.
Covering a region of 60901sq km, the Barcoo Shire adjoins the North-East, South Australian border and is bordered by the shires of Diamantina, Longreach, Winton, Isisford, Quilpie and Bulloo. The country displays extremes of dry red expanses to flooding plains with masses of wildflowers.
The Shire's predominant industry is beef production with opal mining, tourism and hospitality to a lesser extent. Due to drought and economics wool production has declined considerably. The discovery of oil and gas reserves within the shire has seen substantial development in this industry.

Maggee's Shanty
Approximately 90km from Jundah towards Yaraka is the historic site of the shanty immortalised in Banjo Patterson's poem "A Bush Christening", not far from the ruins of the Cobb & Co pub and the lonely grave of goldminer Richard Magoffin who perished in 1885.


[COLOR=inherit !important][COLOR=inherit !important]A Bush Christening


On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.

And his wife used to cry, `If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him.'
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptise him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin',
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
`What the divil and all is this christenin'?'

He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.

So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened —
`'Tis outrageous,' says he, `to brand youngsters like me,
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!'

Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the `praste' cried aloud in his haste,
`Come out and be christened, you divil!'

But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
`I've a notion,' says he, `that'll move him.'

`Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy — don't hurt him or maim him,
'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I'll name him.

`Here he comes, and for shame! ye've forgotten the name —
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?'
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout —
`Take your chance, anyhow, wid `Maginnis'!'

As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled `MAGINNIS'S WHISKY'!

And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,


How he came to be christened `Maginnis'![/COLOR][/COLOR]