There has only been a few occasions when I have been concerned about my safety in the bush. Number 1 scariest moment was when my grandad, brother and I had a featherfoot in camp one night by far the scariest experience of my life!!!! The second time involved a puma/ panther type cat growling in the bushes at us in camp one night.
What happened to me the other day moves up to second place in my scariest encounters in the bush.
I wasnt having the best trip and really struggling to get good gold. I headed over to some hills where I had found gold in the past, it was maybe 2km from camp. I noticed some camels on the hill as I approached. I continued on towards them and they left off the back of the hill. About 20 minutes later I heard this huge roar!!! The biggest bull camel of the pack had come back and was roaring at me. I yelled at him to keep it down because Im trying to work over here!!!
The big camel started making its way towards me, I turned and started detecting my way back to camp. When I looked back the big fella was in full gallop like a bloody Melbourne cup winner. I started sprinting across the flats as fast as I could go with detector, pick and all my other equipment with me. I was really belting across the paddocks trying not to think about what this thing was going to do to me if he caught up.
I was looking for any way out but there was no where to go. I glanced back and seen the camel still gaining on me, now Im running for my life, gotta get back to camp is all Im thinking.
The chase lasted all of about a kilometre but I didnt stop running until I was back at camp. From the hill in front of my car I could still see him standing out there. I yelled at him to keep coming as I had a little something in store for him back at camp.
I didnt see the camel again that day.
Next morning I was detecting near camp, I was weary to go too far away so I was just up the track a bit and Nigel was back in camp crushing rocks when I heard some yelling, I made out the word camels!!! I dropped all my gear and bolted to camp to see what was going on. On a steep rocky ridge right behind camp the big bull camel stood with his mob. He was back for blood, I could see the murder in his eyes!!! I ran through the camp and dived into my cruiser, found some earplugs and grabbed a box of .223rem. The beast was about to start his descent down the hill and unleash hell on me in my camp. I have never seen nothing like this before!!!!
I grabbed my T3X out of its bag and started slamming rounds into the mag as fast as I possibly could, as I stepped out to get a scope on it they seen the rifle and started moving. I couldnt take a shot as they were on top of the hill so I put a round into the side of the hill then I went barreling up the hill to see if I could get him on the other side. Turns out those camels can really move and I couldnt see them anywhere.
Now Im in my early 30s and Im not very fit but Im not out of shape exactly either. I dont think I would have been able to get away if I had been in my 50s or older. Most prospectors I have met would have had no chance of getting away from that blood thirsty beast.
I believe Ill be looking at a bigger rifle such as a .300 or a .338 so I can reduce the number of these dangerous feral beasts. Im sure the pastoral lease holder here wont have a drama with a permission letter for me to get larger caliber firearms. I know they arent real fond of camels around here. I might start bringing a bike out with me too so I can park it close by when detecting.
It was an experience I wont forget anytime soon. If I didnt have a rifle with me when they came into camp next morning who knows what the outcome could have been.