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
John
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1986 110 County 3.9 diesel
1970 2a 109 2.25 petrol
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