just stuffed up a long post and lost it all....
so i won't try to repeat all i said, as i got another meeting to go into about 30 minutes...
just some memories that came back...
i think i know that bit of country where you are living... dad often used to take me over there to see a friend of his... lived on a flat swampy section near a river...seem to recall it being called nelson's bay or river..but maybe the name has changed... say, all the roads where dirt in those days and corrugated... shake you up driving over them
got my first dog off this old guy -- a big, black, tough, raucous cattle dog.. so tough that when an uncle ran over him in a 'T' model ford, he just got up and kept running..
he ussed to break his chain and run off-- then locals would be phoning my dad all night ---" your son's dog has been chasing our cows, and they have gone off the milk... what are you going to do about it ?''
my dad got so angry one day, he was going to shoot the dog, loaded his shotgun and went out to find the dog... i let him off his chain, and he started running up and down the next door paddock, me in front of him -- or trying to be, bawling at the top of my voice and yelling out ..."shoot me, shoot me and not the dog"
the dog loved it!!! not much in the world as exciting to a dog as running and yelling...!!!!
i came home from school one day soon after, to find the dog gone... dad swore he had taken him up into the bush to live with some sleeper cutters..!!! i tried to get him to take me up to see him... but, he never would..
dad got me a pomeranian for my next dog!!!! he got to like chasing cars and came to a bad end!!!!
dog's eh??????
talk again soon
say!! unka bruce, in those days, you could sit in the backyard at night and still hear the dingos howling all round...
any left in your parts?????