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A towable shed bar.....Genius. The local Council did not see that coming. I'm getting giddy with the idea.
 
Spent 8months living out of the Alamo Motel in Nyngan last year while I was working at the mine at Hermidale, saw more 'bogans' than a life time re-runs of 'Kingswood Country', sheeesh!, and the bloody trains going past at all hours of the night, that wouldn't of been you would it RJ :mad:
Anyways, happy new year mr train driver :D
 
AtomRat said:
Just looked at the town on satellite view RJ. Pretty darn desolate out there. Interesting way of life! Some of the closeby town names seem to humorous too :lol:

Mostly aboriginal names. Nyngan means long pond of water. Roach is a fresh water fish. :D perfect place for me to grow up. It was a great childhood.... horses, the river, shooting....
It is a long way from anywhere. We have always had to travel so long trips are just part of life. Not like Rocket. He thinks 20 minutes is too far to travel to go detecting.
We used to drive to Dubbo, (103 miles in old money), to buy a burger or go to the drive in.

Trangie is aboriginal for a good place to have sex... clever buggers those indigenous folk cause it's true. :D
 
Home safely from our western adventures. A couple more observations.

Fuel: We all know we get ripped off. From Newy to Nyngan and back we saw diesel from $1.14 at Greta to $1.28 at Rutherford. The small town, independents were always cheaper at about $1.18. In bigger towns like Dubbo it was $1.22 - $1.26. If small towns servos can do it we know the big Multinationals are just criminals.

A few years ago we were out west for a family function. Sitting around a fire in the yard with 2 brother in laws having a few cold beers and they spent 2 hours just talking about breeding working dogs. Like... "If we put this dog with good size over this bitch with the right temperament we'll get good working dogs." A good dog will do the work of several men when dealing with stock. I should have said the Bro in laws were hauling stock at the time. The priorities and life of country Vs city folk is amazing. Some of them still tell my boys that having an earing is gay. Bahaha. Pretty conservative compared to city people.

Last night we were talking about cotton. A lot of cotton grown around the Trangie, Warren region. You need flat ground and lots of water to irrigate. This season there was no allocation for water because of the dry times. Good rain came and topped the dams up 3 weeks before planting. The powers that be said 3 weeks wasn't enough time to do the paperwork to allocate water! So no cotton was planted. There goes the farmers entire season and income.

I wouldn't want to be a farmer of any kind these days.
 
Great story RJ. It brought back memories of me as a small boy going on holidays with Dad, Mum and "Uncle" Bob in a single seat Holden ute with the dog in the back with the camping gear.
Towns like Dunedoo, Wellington and of course Nyngan etc. come to mind.
Thanks for the memories.
Mackka
 
Hey Ramjet,
That's what I tell myself about boys having earings as well.
It's like you don't have to be gay to have earings but it just looks that way. :lol:
Maybe boys with earings love themselves too much and are seen as gay in that sense of the word :lol:
Correct me if I'm wrong :lol: 8) :8 :lol:
I don't know........ :|
 
Uncle Bob said:
Hey Ramjet,
That's what I tell myself about boys having earings as well.
It's like you don't have to be gay to have earings but it just looks that way. :lol:
Maybe boys with earings love themselves too much and are seen as gay in that sense of the word :lol:
Correct me if I'm wrong :lol: 8) :8 :lol:
I don't know........ :|

Too deep for me. :D :p
 
the adventures, of Ma and Pa Ramjet. Traveling from from one tumbleweed town, to the next. Highlights are comparing fuel prices, laughing at how us city slickers are ripped-off, and the catchy tunes, on AM band... hicktown radio. Now nothings more morbid, distasteful, or drear, as a week in he car, with Ma, and Pa....... and not having beer.
 
Then RJ comes in covering a florin' it's nothin he cries '.
He throes down his finds bag rubbin sweat from his eyes.
But then when he's told,says he don't want to hear.
Ive trudged 50 darn miles, and I've a forty seven here. :lol:
 
rocketaroo said:
the adventures, of Ma and Pa Ramjet. Traveling from from one tumbleweed town, to the next. Highlights are comparing fuel prices, laughing at how us city slickers are ripped-off, and the catchy tunes, on AM band... hicktown radio. Now nothings more morbid, distasteful, or drear, as a week in he car, with Ma, and Pa....... and not having beer.

No hick music, we listen to modem music. You know.... slim dusty, elvis...... modern ;)
 
Having a chat with Rocket reminded me of some more tales from my younger days.

When we had mice plagues we would nail some bread to the verandah floor drink beer and shoot mice with air rifles. Good times.

I sat in a dark room once with three mouse traps and a bucket for dead ones. As I'd empty one trap another would go off. 65 mice in half hour. We used to replace the lead pellets in shotgun shells with wheat. Open the door to the horse feed shed and blast away. The wheat would kill them but not damage anything.

From my mum. In rabbit plagues they used to herd them like sheep into pens. They ate so many my mum won't touch them now. I have pics of trees full of rabbits.... drought and the we're eating the leaves.
 

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