Brings back memories from the 70's while on Koolan Island in the Kimberley's . We took a yank (Crockett - obviously called Davy) and his mob of of local stockman by water craft - landing barge and launch, to Pantar Downs Stn which hadn't been worked since WW2. These cattle hadn't seen mankind for 20+ years.
To say they were feral is and understatement, they were long horns and wild as! "Davy" had an ex army jeep, LH drive with a saddle fitted to a 12 gallon drum welded in position. He gave us a demo, the boys on the horses flushed out a mob and with one of the stockmen driving the jeep he sat in in the saddle and roped one. Amazing to watch, how they didn't get hurt.
Over the next 6 months (Dry season) we transported cattle to Broome.
Davy, told us he would select a young "wild one" to shoot and we could take the steaks back to the Island.
Well our Island manager had the rifle and he shot an "old one" much to Davy's disgust. He said we won't waste it and he proceeded to remove the meat down the spine (Can't remember that cut)
We loaded the steaks into our ali dingy to get back out to the launch.
On our way back to the island we stopped off at a waterfall tucked away in a mangrove inlet to have a shower to wash off the mud from a few days in the bush.
The 36ft tide was ebbing, when we returned to the dingy it was high and dry and a 3 metre crocodile was checking out the smell of blood.
Fortunately it hightailed it and didn't decide to take us for a meal.........................