You promised you wouldn't call me a BIG huntsman anymore.:D:D:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Numpty's Missus
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You promised you wouldn't call me a BIG huntsman anymore.:D:D:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Numpty's Missus
Had to leave that one alone,
not trying to picture something big and hairy in a shower.
obviously someone is at work in paradise and someone is at home.
john
makes for a good laugh though,
john
Shudder :o
I remember driving home through Gladesville late one night in my SIII. Big huntsman decided to park his butt on the outside drivers window. Pull straight over into a side street and bailed out the passengers door taking a torch and fishing rod with me, and pulling on the parking brake as I dived over it.
There I am with a torch and fish rod trying to flick this great hairy monster off the windscreen. He fought back and made it to the spare tire on the bonnet.
An asian gentleman wandered over to see what I was doing. Either his english wasn't the best or I wasn't making much sense (probably a bit of both). He walked right up to see what I was pointing at then backed away at a great rate of knots and legged it down the street saying "no no no" as he went.
Not sure what happened in the end. I sort of flicked him but couln't see what happened. He just sort of dissapeared. I kept looking for awaile then jumped back in and drove home looking stright ahead. Next day I sprayed the Landie to within in inch of it's life!
I did step out of a moving car once myself. I'd flicked a butt out the window (filthy habit) and it came straight back in and hit the seat. I flinched forward and it dropped. I had no shirt on. It went down the back of my jeans. I braked hard and went for the side of the road. I'd say I still was doing 50k when I kick it into neutral and pulled the handbrake on, pulling the seatbelt off and undoing my jeans. I leaped out and dropped my strides right there and then. The car stopped in the gravel about 3 car lengths away.
Poor mate in the passenger seat didn't know what to think!!
LOL, and let that be a lesson to you!Quote:
Originally Posted by 100I
Had a mate pull up in a cloud of dust as he just riped the hand brake up and jumped from his car as it slid to a halt once. There was a police speed trap across the road and they started to walk over. Turned out this big black spider had drooped from the sun visor and in his efforts to kill it it had retreated into the dash. We ended up setting a bug bomb of in his car and locking it up for the night.
theres a bunch of civies out there somewhere that are convinced that M113s have ejector seats fitted to the driving position...
a certain member of 1/15rnswl who was driving the mack and plant traielr round with the show pony carrier on it climbed in to unload it and upon meeting a hairy 8 legged bugger under the dash on the master switch proceeded to "in a calm and military like manner" squeal like a 3 year old girl and launch out of the carrier off of the side and land alongside the trailer on both feet. Just like it was ment to be done...
one of the guys wanted to know what had happened as apparently I cleared the height of the turret top on the way up. Not what the guy who was about to guide the vehicle off the trailer was expecting.
I was camping in the desert in Saudi Arabia one night near Laila lake, which is where the Europe /Africa and Asia tectonic plates meet.Nea rthe Empty Quarter
We slept in the Rangie as needed a quick getaway next morning, and stacked the bags outside.
In Saudi they have a spider called a Camel spider. Big as a Huntsman, but waits until you are asleep, crawls on your face, injects an anaesthetic then lays eggs under the skin. Then the little ones grow, and eat their way out. You see lots of Iritreans with big holes in their faces.
Anyway, one hid in my son's gear bag, and jumped out as he went to get out his Donkey Kong. After seeing my son squeal like a girl, we all bailed out. It went inside the passenger seat. We sprayed and sprayed, but never found it.
It was sure creepy for a while.
Regards Philip A
It might be an urban legend, but I have heard it said that more people die from huntsman's every year than from the rest of Australia's spiders put together. All because we have car crashes when we see them!
One spider-related story I heard from an old bush doctor, who got woken in the dead of the night by an even older bushie holding a blood-stained rag to his nether regions. He'd visited the outhouse in the middle of the night and the classic tale unfolded ... well, he decided to take drastic measures to stop the poison spreading ... was most unhappy to discover that no adult has died of redback bite since the antivenom was developed.
I think I've managed to keep that to the "G" rating ;)