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The Outback Tracker

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 “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, gave a slight nodding of his head 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 by 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, much lighter, it might have been one of them 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,  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  highway to get to this pub, turn left, about two mile 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 and returned to his car and drove off in the indicated direction.

George turned to his  Bush tracking mate and asked, “Was he looking for them two fellows that were here earlier looking for a fishing spot,  I still have the map they gave me to give to them.” and added “Since when were you ever a Bush tracker ? ”

“  I tracked us six beers this morning George.”


I have always had a wonderful memory. when I say “wonderful memory” what I really mean is that I rarely if ever recall horrible things like the weather. I never recall cold or frosty mornings, or even 24 hours of anything dull or boring that might have happened before or after a memorable event, the happy result being all my life's memories are wonderful. Peculiar as it may sound to anyone who might be reading this, I have absolutely marvelous memories that range from breaking one or more of my bones to hanging upside down from an upper branch of an Oak tree with my ankle wedged between two branches. I have heard stories about people that have totally removed from their recollection painful events that had previously occurred in their life. I can believe this because at this precise moment I can recall nothing that was not absolutely wonderful. If by chance I have ever blocked out anything painful I would consider this possibility to be just another wonderful thing. I intend to Blog about my friends and memories on these pages.

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