That brings back some memories.......
I remember camping with friends at the 42 mile crossing, at the end of the coorong in the early '80s. I must have been about 12.
One car got bogged crossing the dunes to the beach side, so we snatched them out with a ute. No snatch strap, just an old rope with a big knot in the middle.
I stood on the back of the tray as the ute launched. The rope snapped and catapulted the great big knot straight into my "joy department".
Major ouchies, but at least the swelling was impressive![]()



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