Not the way the bloke down the road spells it. Mind you with his haircut I think he's half kiwi, half sheep.
He's got a choice afro though eh.
Think his mum must have had a root in the back of the ute with a Ram whilst drunk on bundy at the B&S
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This thread reminds me of about 45 years ago on my first field crew in the area north of Aramac (Qld). We had a freshly arrived American in charge of the crew. He was an enthusiastic hunter, and having become skilled at shooting and skinning roos, the boys thought he should have a go at the area's most elusive and most dangerous animal, the bunyip. He was given good advice and suggestions as to how and where to find it, and set off heavily armed after dark one evening for the indicated patch of (rather dry) swamp.
Next morning he arrived back at camp empty handed as breakfast was being served, tired, dirty and disappointed. Unfortunately, nobody could keep a straight face - and he looked round the dining tent, and realised he had been had. Fortunately, he had a sense of humour!
John
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Haven't had to deal with drop bears in years.
I just have to wrestle the possum burgers.