The Gazza Curse Strikes Again.
The Gazza Curse Struck Again, when trying to sneak a quick fish in before the wife returned from family duties.
Continue reading →The Gazza Curse Struck Again, when trying to sneak a quick fish in before the wife returned from family duties.
Continue reading →We took our new camper out west to camp and found we could easily catch Red Claw lobsters to supplement our food, what a wonderful secret of the bush.
Continue reading →Sometimes things just don’t go as right as they could and sometimes when that happens particular people are always present. You get the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps they have a little bit influence, it could be some sort of bad air or perhaps it’s a form of karma attached to your relationship with that person. Just maybe, a bit anyway, or is it because they are around you get nervous about what might happen. When you’re in this state of mind things happened anyway, and you may have to call HELP!
Continue reading →With the motor cut I needed Gazza to stay calm and hold us off the launch while I hung over the back to reach the rope and untangle it. The panic levels in the crew could be gauged by the loudness it was barking nonsense orders, we were close to mutiny.
Continue reading →The bush rat had eaten its way into the tent, yes the tent, a bush rat sized gnawed hole in the tent, the shopping bag and the bread bag,
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