The car drove up to the old bush pub, and a well-dressed city fellow stepped out and headed towards the bar. “How ya going?” asked the old bearded Bushman perched on a bench on the Pub veranda. “What’s a city fella doing out this way?”.
“I’m looking for some mates that have gone fishing somewhere around here”.
The old bushman wrinkled his face and said, “This is not good country to be wandering around looking for someone if you don’t know where he’s at . . Lucky for you I am a bush tracker and I know this area like the back of my hand. Pretty sure I can point you in the right direction”. The old Bushman smacked his lips, slightly nodded, and went silent.
“Can I buy you a beer “ offered the City Guy.
“Sounds like a good Idea,” said the bushman, and turned to the only other person on the veranda, saying, “This gentleman has offered to buy us a beer George.”
The three men entered the bar. “I did see some tire tracks earlier this morning” said the Bush tracker “Two cars, the first one a four wheel drive, heavy, probably a Land-cruiser, maybe a Patrol. . Followed by a smaller tread, four-wheel drive, and much lighter, it might have been one of those little Izuzu buggies. I also saw some footprints at the Junction. Looks like one tall fellow, log legged, town shoes. . Also, a weighty bloke with a short stride, thongs, and a short, stumpy guy?”
“YES,” said the City fellow. That is them. George and the Bushman sculled their beers and again sat silently but with a knowing look . . .
When the second beer arrived, the bush tracker said, “If you head back to where you turned off the highway to get to this pub, turn left. About two miles along, you will see an old truck tire that is a marker for a dirt track that leads to the river. Your pals will be camped a few hundred yards down that track.” The grateful City fellow thanked them, returned to his car, and drove off in the indicated direction.
George turned to his Bush tracking mate and asked, “Was he looking for those two fellows that were here earlier looking for a fishing spot? I still have the map they gave me to give to them.” He added, “Since when were you ever a Bush tracker? ”
“ I tracked us six beers this morning George.”
See also the Kajabbi raindrop