Prospecting for Elephants.

[Norm]

There is plenty of froth and bubble with regards to Gold or Detecting. However I would like to open the eyes of some of you about " True Prospecting ".

My uncle Mick Larsen was a child in a large family during the depression and consequently as soon as possible he and his brother Barney left home to make their way in the World and to relive pressure on the family. In their late teens they traveled from Bunbury W.A. up to the Ashburton to Ashburton Downs. From here they spent their first season working around Soldiers Secret. They had a single shot 22 and lived off the land and a few tins. With the onset of summer they came out and did piece work where available.

The following season they worked their way into the "Gorge" and located a gold in quartz reef they wanted to work. However this was very difficult as the nearest water apart from runoff was located at a small remote spring six miles through rough country. It should be noted that there were no vehicles or horses involved and all travelling in the goldfields was done on foot. So for their second season they dug a well 65ft down through the rock in a fault line to obtain a reliable water supply to set them up for the following season. When they came out they found that the second world war had started and they promptly signed up. Barney did not return from the war and is buried in Egypt. Uncle Mick survived Egypt only to be severely wounded in New Guinea.

After the war uncle Mick went into the grocery business with my father (Doug) but his prospecting did not stop here. As a young boy I remember him prospecting around Woodaniling/Kataning and Boddington. Later in the 1960's he revisited the Ashburton with Alec Bell from Bell Brothers and after sampling his reef it was decided that the grade was to low to economically mine. Year after year he would travel into the Murchison and Kalgoorlie environs looking for Gem Stones and was active doing this till the final days of his life.

You might say what the hell is this reminiscent story have to do with "Prospecting for Elephants" well my interest in prospecting was kindled and fostered by this man. We talked, we walked and the bush became home and the ground was full of stories which Uncle Mick took the time to explain to me. (Now I do regret not listen or retaining as much as I should of.)

In my late teen's 71/72 I went to work for the SEC in Port Hedland. I purchased a secondhand short based Landy and spent the next three years fishing, hunting, prospecting and bush bashing before moving to Darwin in late 1974. Just in time to meet Tracy.
This is now interval time and I will be back to continue if there is enough interest.

 

[Norm]

Tracy sent me packing for a while down to Bunbury where I got a Job at Cable Sands shoveling up the overspill from the conveyors every day (Mineral Sands are heavy). Little did I know it but this job was to hand me an Elephant on a plate at a later time.

6 months later and back to the NT. Sleeping in the back of a wrecked shop for the first 12 months until I picked up a wrecked caravan and rebuilt the front 10ft which had been removed in the cyclone. A few years in the van with plenty of hunting and fishing but no rocks.

Till one day my accountant mentioned that a relation of his had a Iron Ore mine he wanted to sell. So Dad and myself brought Francis Creek Iron Ore Mine for $20K. I kept it for many years and made some income by selling water from the dams some years when things were dry. At the time there was a 350kt stack of fines left there and I was waiting for the price of ore to rise to exploit this. More about this later.

My interest in rocks was back and I started to prospect/poke around the Howley and Pine Creek areas. I pegged my first lease at Davies Number Two which I still have. Did a deal with Northern Gold to drill it and a small 3000oz deposit was the result. I started out to peg more ground but found a better way to get more for less work and less money (Apply for Exploration Licenses). Two blocks, 5 Blocks, 10 Blocks all the time getting bigger and bigger. The penny had dropped and I realized that if you want to make money in the Prospecting Game it was all about BIG. Big ideas, big areas equals BIG paydays. While I had previously been looking for nugget patches and alluvial gold I had been totally ignoring the bigger picture. I was there in the picture but my thinking was too small. This was about to change.

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[Franco]

Great story Norm.
Keep on going mate!

 

[Norm]

Tracy sent me packing for a while down to Bunbury where I got a Job at Cable Sands shoveling up the overspill from the conveyors every day (Mineral Sands are heavy). Little did I know it but this job was to hand me an Elephant on a plate at a later time.

6 months later and back to the NT. Sleeping in the back of a wrecked shop for the first 12 months until I picked up a wrecked caravan and rebuilt the front 10ft which had been removed in the cyclone. A few years in the van with plenty of hunting and fishing but no rocks.

Till one day my accountant mentioned that a relation of his had a Iron Ore mine he wanted to sell. So Dad and myself brought Francis Creek Iron Ore Mine for $20K. I kept it for many years and made some income by selling water from the dams some years when things were dry. At the time there was a 350kt stack of fines left there and I was waiting for the price of ore to rise to exploit this. More about this later.

My interest in rocks was back and I started to prospect/poke around the Howley and Pine Creek areas. I pegged my first lease at Davies Number Two which I still have. Did a deal with Northern Gold to drill it and a small 3000oz deposit was the result. I started out to peg more ground but found a better way to get more for less work and less money (Apply for Exploration Licenses). Two blocks, 5 Blocks, 10 Blocks all the time getting bigger and bigger. The penny had dropped and I realized that if you want to make money in the Prospecting Game it was all about BIG. Big ideas, big areas equals BIG paydays. While I had previously been looking for nugget patches and alluvial gold I had been totally ignoring the bigger picture. I was there in the picture but my thinking was too small. This was about to change.

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At the time I had a business in Darwin which occupied myself six days a week not leaving much time for research/prospecting. I arranged with my wife to operate the business for six months full time while I spent every day in the NT Mines Department Library. I read all the early history and compiled a Territory wide list of probable and possible Gold mineralization locations. A positive aside to this was also Copper as they have a love/hate relationship. Next I reviewed all the tenement maps and listed their numbers and their owners, from this I was able to access all open file reports on exploration results. Resulting in a thinning down of potential prospects,

Now armed with this back to the current tenement maps to ascertain what areas were unpegged or not applied for. Resulting in several groups of new applications. Meanwhile I now had a list of areas I wanted to apply for when or if possible. My next move was to compile all known open file information covering the new applications I had made. Then when possible I tracked down the Geo's or field hands who had been working in the area and had a yarn with them about what they saw and did, Not forgetting local prospectors who had travelled in these areas.

From this I developed a work plan of where I would start my exploration. Depending on where and the size of the tenements I would travel to the areas of interest and make myself knowledgeable with the Topography and how to move through the country. Then start sampling. We had no GPS's or the like but used dead reckoning and when that did not work resort to the compass, This was possible if you had a known fixed point so X army topography maps were essential.
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[Mackka]

Cannot wait for the next instalment. Great story.

 

[Norm]

At the time I had a business in Darwin which occupied myself six days a week not leaving much time for research/prospecting. I arranged with my wife to operate the business for six months full time while I spent every day in the NT Mines Department Library. I read all the early history and compiled a Territory wide list of probable and possible Gold mineralization locations. A positive aside to this was also Copper as they have a love/hate relationship. Next I reviewed all the tenement maps and listed their numbers and their owners, from this I was able to access all open file reports on exploration results. Resulting in a thinning down of potential prospects,

Now armed with this back to the current tenement maps to ascertain what areas were unpegged or not applied for. Resulting in several groups of new applications. Meanwhile I now had a list of areas I wanted to apply for when or if possible. My next move was to compile all known open file information covering the new applications I had made. Then when possible I tracked down the Geo's or field hands who had been working in the area and had a yarn with them about what they saw and did, Not forgetting local prospectors who had travelled in these areas.

From this I developed a work plan of where I would start my exploration. Depending on where and the size of the tenements I would travel to the areas of interest and make myself knowledgeable with the Topography and how to move through the country. Then start sampling. We had no GPS's or the like but used dead reckoning and when that did not work resort to the compass, This was possible if you had a known fixed point so X army topography maps were essential.
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I was lucky enough to meet up with a local early gold detectorist John Braybon who's clapped out and bashed out Mazda car eventually gave up the ghost (Its out on the track into the Margret Diggings). We teamed up as partners. I would tell him the areas I wanted to get to and he mostly knew how to get there. I had the 4x4 and was happy to have him with me. Not only was he a good bushman but after I cooked him a meal out at camp he made the immediate decision to assume all cooking duties in future. Our partnership was simple he detected and I prospected. Whatever we found we kept individually.

John detected full time and would stay out scrub 5-7 days at a time. For the first few months of our partnership he had a very rough camp up on the ridge above Sandy Creek where Ken Day had a wet plant. Ken would scrape Sandy Creek during the day, but as soon as it got dark and they knocked off John would come down and detect all the newly open ground for most of the night. Just prior to first light he went back up the ridge had some tucker and went to bed. This went on for a couple of months and John was making good money, however he did like a beer and on occasion would get hammered at the Hayes Creek Pub. When he drank he talked and Ken got wind of why his gold results were not as he expected. There was no use trying to catch him on the job in the dark, he was way to good a bushman.

A few days later as usual John wandered down the slope ready to pick up a few of Kens nuggets. Almost immediately he had a strong signal and started digging and came up with a bright shiny small ball bearing. One of Kens machines must have done a bearing and this was the result. So back to work another signal and another ball bearing. After digging up a bout fifty of these the penny dropped. Ken Day had picked up a bucket of these and had his boys spreading them all over the new workings as they worked during the day. They used to drop out in the wet plant and then back they went. Needless to say this was the end of Johns detecting at Sandy Creek.

 

[Norm]

I was lucky enough to meet up with a local early gold detectorist John Braybon who's clapped out and bashed out Mazda car eventually gave up the ghost (Its out on the track into the Margret Diggings). We teamed up as partners. I would tell him the areas I wanted to get to and he mostly knew how to get there. I had the 4x4 and was happy to have him with me. Not only was he a good bushman but after I cooked him a meal out at camp he made the immediate decision to assume all cooking duties in future. Our partnership was simple he detected and I prospected. Whatever we found we kept individually.

John detected full time and would stay out scrub 5-7 days at a time. For the first few months of our partnership he had a very rough camp up on the ridge above Sandy Creek where Ken Day had a wet plant. Ken would scrape Sandy Creek during the day, but as soon as it got dark and they knocked off John would come down and detect all the newly open ground for most of the night. Just prior to first light he went back up the ridge had some tucker and went to bed. This went on for a couple of months and John was making good money, however he did like a beer and on occasion would get hammered at the Hayes Creek Pub. When he drank he talked and Ken got wind of why his gold results were not as he expected. There was no use trying to catch him on the job in the dark, he was way to good a bushman.

A few days later as usual John wandered down the slope ready to pick up a few of Kens nuggets. Almost immediately he had a strong signal and started digging and came up with a bright shiny small ball bearing. One of Kens machines must have done a bearing and this was the result. So back to work another signal and another ball bearing. After digging up a bout fifty of these the penny dropped. Ken Day had picked up a bucket of these and had his boys spreading them all over the new workings as they worked during the day. They used to drop out in the wet plant and then back they went. Needless to say this was the end of Johns detecting at Sandy Creek.

Our first decent payday ($500K) was not long in coming. I would check the Mines Department maps a couple of times a week and noticed that some old ML's were coming to and end at Big Howley and Chinese Howley. They were in the name of Dominion Mining. They were due to expire 2 days before Christmas and in my mind i could see all the senior staff buggering off South or OS for Christmas and those that were left getting stuck into the Christmas celebrations.

Twelve hours before they were due to expire John and myself went out to check the ground. Some preliminary work had been started but they knocked off early to party. We hung around the general area and did a final check just before dark then went to the Hayes Creek Pub for tucker and some liquid refreshment. About 11.30pm we went back and did a final check then at 12 we started pegging by the lights of the 4x4. We pegged the Western side of Big Howley and Chinese Howley. Then drove back to Darwin. The next day was the final working day of the year for me and I was at my business when an old mate of mine (Harry) who was a JP came in to have a Christmas drink and a yarn. I told him what we had done early that morning and he suggested we should take him back out there and he would witness our pegs. This we did and I am glad we did.

Due to Christmas we could not lodge our paper work at Mines for a few days, but when I did I was told that Dominion had already done so over the Christmas period by fax. I notified the Registrar that Dominion had registered their claims without pegging and he wanted to check on our ascertain that the claims were not pegged. He rang Dominion and they assured him that they were so he sent a Mines Inspector to check. By the time the Inspector got there they were beautifully pegged by Dominion alongside of my pegs and they claimed that they had done this prior to expiry.

I had Harry go into the Department and show them his documentation with regards to the pegging. Things went mighty quite and the Company withdrew their applications. The next thing I know I have a request for a meeting at the Darwin Casino for both John and myself to please attend to sort out the pegging situation at the Howley's. We attended and the Companies representative started by telling us that if we handed over our claims to them we would save ourselves a lot of time and money in the Courts.

I told him to cut the ******** and get real so the next thing was for him to offer us $10k there and then. I said I wanted a million and he just about fell off his chair. Well he talked and blustered for a couple of hours and eventually he got up to $250k. I said thanks but no thanks and made a counter offer of $500k. He was not authorized to offer more than $250k so he returned to Perth. Must admit that I was worried I may have overplayed my hand as that sort of money then brought 3 houses in Darwin.
I decided to sit tight and my partner backed me. About a week later we received a firm offer of $500k along with a signed contract which we accepted and we had the cash within another week. When gold was at $180 an oz it took a lot to get $500k so it was obvious that the money was in the leases not the product.
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[Harbourmaster]

Well played. Damn good story, thanks Norm

 

[Franco]

OMG!! Amazing story!

 

[ozboy]

HOLY CRAP!!! Great story and VERY educational.
Thank you.

 

[Norm]

Our first decent payday ($500K) was not long in coming. I would check the Mines Department maps a couple of times a week and noticed that some old ML's were coming to and end at Big Howley and Chinese Howley. They were in the name of Dominion Mining. They were due to expire 2 days before Christmas and in my mind i could see all the senior staff buggering off South or OS for Christmas and those that were left getting stuck into the Christmas celebrations.

Twelve hours before they were due to expire John and myself went out to check the ground. Some preliminary work had been started but they knocked off early to party. We hung around the general area and did a final check just before dark then went to the Hayes Creek Pub for tucker and some liquid refreshment. About 11.30pm we went back and did a final check then at 12 we started pegging by the lights of the 4x4. We pegged the Western side of Big Howley and Chinese Howley. Then drove back to Darwin. The next day was the final working day of the year for me and I was at my business when an old mate of mine (Harry) who was a JP came in to have a Christmas drink and a yarn. I told him what we had done early that morning and he suggested we should take him back out there and he would witness our pegs. This we did and I am glad we did.

Due to Christmas we could not lodge our paper work at Mines for a few days, but when I did I was told that Dominion had already done so over the Christmas period by fax. I notified the Registrar that Dominion had registered their claims without pegging and he wanted to check on our ascertain that the claims were not pegged. He rang Dominion and they assured him that they were so he sent a Mines Inspector to check. By the time the Inspector got there they were beautifully pegged by Dominion alongside of my pegs and they claimed that they had done this prior to expiry.

I had Harry go into the Department and show them his documentation with regards to the pegging. Things went mighty quite and the Company withdrew their applications. The next thing I know I have a request for a meeting at the Darwin Casino for both John and myself to please attend to sort out the pegging situation at the Howley's. We attended and the Companies representative started by telling us that if we handed over our claims to them we would save ourselves a lot of time and money in the Courts.

I told him to cut the ******** and get real so the next thing was for him to offer us $10k there and then. I said I wanted a million and he just about fell off his chair. Well he talked and blustered for a couple of hours and eventually he got up to $250k. I said thanks but no thanks and made a counter offer of $500k. He was not authorized to offer more than $250k so he returned to Perth. Must admit that I was worried I may have overplayed my hand as that sort of money then brought 3 houses in Darwin.
I decided to sit tight and my partner backed me. About a week later we received a firm offer of $500k along with a signed contract which we accepted and we had the cash within another week. When gold was at $180 an oz it took a lot to get $500k so it was obvious that the money was in the leases not the product.
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So! Applications, applications and more applications. I had paper work coming out of my rrrr,s. Opportunities within 300km of Darwin were thin on the ground so I started to look further afield while also expanding my target commodities. Copper was now on my radar and by chance Nickel.

I heard rumor's that detector operators had been finding Iron boulders at Kurrinelli, South East of Tennant Creek so I belted down there and grabbed a few samples and had them tested. They came up with good Ni and Pt numbers so I decided to take a punt and sent John Braybon (DV8) down with John Benger and we took up about 25 leases. We started prospecting and found plenty of the iron boulders we were looking for but could not find any sort of gossanous outcrop. I did a few extended soil lines and got some very good Pt results (in ppm) and nickel sniffs everywhere.

Back to Darwin where I sent samples off to examined under powerful magnification. The results were surprising. It was no wonder we could not find a Ni gossan because what we had been collecting were pieces of a very old meteorite which is now known at the Kurrinelli Meteorite. However not all was lost as our pegging had picked up most of the Kurrinelli Goldfield and I was able to convert these ML,s into an EL. Which later became part of the tenement package for my first Stock Market float.
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[Norm]

So! Applications, applications and more applications. I had paper work coming out of my rrrr,s. Opportunities within 300km of Darwin were thin on the ground so I started to look further afield while also expanding my target commodities. Copper was now on my radar and by chance Nickel.

I heard rumor's that detector operators had been finding Iron boulders at Kurrinelli, South East of Tennant Creek so I belted down there and grabbed a few samples and had them tested. They came up with good Ni and Pt numbers so I decided to take a punt and sent John Braybon (DV8) down with John Benger and we took up about 25 leases. We started prospecting and found plenty of the iron boulders we were looking for but could not find any sort of gossanous outcrop. I did a few extended soil lines and got some very good Pt results (in ppm) and nickel sniffs everywhere.

Back to Darwin where I sent samples off to examined under powerful magnification. The results were surprising. It was no wonder we could not find a Ni gossan because what we had been collecting were pieces of a very old meteorite which is now known at the Kurrinelli Meteorite. However not all was lost as our pegging had picked up most of the Kurrinelli Goldfield and I was able to convert these ML,s into an EL. Which later became part of the tenement package for my first Stock Market float.
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Stuff happens when your in the bush. My mate DV8 and myself often camped at a bush donga owned by Gavin. Basically some bush poles and scavenged corrugated iron. It kept the sun off in the dry and the rain out in the wet. Depending what side of the donga you were sitting. Gavin and Gavin's place seemed to attract a different breed of people than your average next door neighbor.

It was universally known that Friday night was bath night. The hot water was supplied from a donkey made out of a 44 gal drum and the tub was a circular brick construction with cement rendering. About 6-7pm people would rock up from their bush camps with a slab under their arm, chair and what ever they were going to eat for the night. By about 8pm the bath tub would be filled and the first bather would strip off and enter the tub. There was no false modesty here. Normally the crew would send me in first as I was the guy who brought all the expensive and best tucker out. There was only one rule to bath night and that was who ever was in the tub was king or queen and could ask for anything their heart desired if it was available. Usually another beer or sometimes a cigarette or the odd joint.

On one side and down towards the back was the remains of an old costean. Over the years it had been filled with old car bodies, bottles and cans and any other old scrap. It made the ideal place for Native Cats to live and breed. These cats are nocturnal and used to invade Gavin's donga at night and knock off any tucker they could find. Late one night we heard an unholy scream and a lot of cursing and swearing. Gavin had forgotten to get his newly made jerky off the hooks and in the fridge so the cats had knocked it all off. Gav had as usual a heavy duty night of both bush tobacco and beer and was without a doubt not at his best. He grabbed a jerry can of petrol and soaked the junk pile. Then realized he did not have a match and wandered back to camp and found a box. Then wandered back down and struck a match to light it up. He really was not thinking clearly at the time. There was an almighty whoosh and the whole lot exploded. There was Gavin in the nude outlined by the exploding petrol fumes. He fell backwards onto his rump then got up and ambled back to camp where we all were crapping ourselves laughing. We gave him a cold beer and inspected the damage. Hardly a burn on him but there was a lot of very singed hair on the side facing the costean.

My mate DV8 decided he was going to visit Derrick (Gold Finger) one night so he grabbed the obligatory slab and drove over to Sandy Creek. Gold Finger had bought the lease after Ken went into administration and had made it his full time abode. While sinking a few he kept scratching at his knackers and the boys told him to have a bath in the dam. He stripped off and had a good wash but could not stop the scratching so it was deemed that a closer examination was required. So the gas lamp was fired up and John had a look to see what the matter could be. There were things moving around down there which had legs and it was decided by all that he was unclean and had the crabs so he was told to keep his distance and chair.

John being a person of very high personal hygiene standards could not abide sharing his pubic patch with insects so went over to his car and found a tube of Denco Rub. He stripped off and proceeded to apply handfuls of cream liberally over the entire area. After about sixty seconds or so he became animated and galloped around the camp fire yelling his old fella was on fire. They he belted off to the dam and tried to wash it off. Did you know Denco Rub is water proof? He sat moaning and groaning in the dam for hours. Every so often we gave him a beer but that did not fix it either. Several days later in Darwin I was telling his wife about the unfortunate accident and she asked if I had seen the results. She called John over and made him drop his dak,s and it was not a pretty sight at all. There was skin hanging off the area everywhere and it looked like a snake when it sheds it skin. My best estimate would be at least two layers of that tender sausage were destroyed, not counting the Tabaco sack.
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[Neez]

So! Applications, applications and more applications. I had paper work coming out of my rrrr,s. Opportunities within 300km of Darwin were thin on the ground so I started to look further afield while also expanding my target commodities. Copper was now on my radar and by chance Nickel.

I heard rumor's that detector operators had been finding Iron boulders at Kurrinelli, South East of Tennant Creek so I belted down there and grabbed a few samples and had them tested. They came up with good Ni and Pt numbers so I decided to take a punt and sent John Braybon (DV8) down with John Benger and we took up about 25 leases. We started prospecting and found plenty of the iron boulders we were looking for but could not find any sort of gossanous outcrop. I did a few extended soil lines and got some very good Pt results (in ppm) and nickel sniffs everywhere.

Back to Darwin where I sent samples off to examined under powerful magnification. The results were surprising. It was no wonder we could not find a Ni gossan because what we had been collecting were pieces of a very old meteorite which is now known at the Kurrinelli Meteorite. However not all was lost as our pegging had picked up most of the Kurrinelli Goldfield and I was able to convert these ML,s into an EL. Which later became part of the tenement package for my first Stock Market float.
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A amazing story! Loved it that you undid the snakeskin mining company.

 

[Dusttodust]

Stuff happens when your in the bush. My mate DV8 and myself often camped at a bush donga owned by Gavin. Basically some bush poles and scavenged corrugated iron. It kept the sun off in the dry and the rain out in the wet. Depending what side of the donga you were sitting. Gavin and Gavin's place seemed to attract a different breed of people than your average next door neighbor.

It was universally known that Friday night was bath night. The hot water was supplied from a donkey made out of a 44 gal drum and the tub was a circular brick construction with cement rendering. About 6-7pm people would rock up from their bush camps with a slab under their arm, chair and what ever they were going to eat for the night. By about 8pm the bath tub would be filled and the first bather would strip off and enter the tub. There was no false modesty here. Normally the crew would send me in first as I was the guy who brought all the expensive and best tucker out. There was only one rule to bath night and that was who ever was in the tub was king or queen and could ask for anything their heart desired if it was available. Usually another beer or sometimes a cigarette or the odd joint.

On one side and down towards the back was the remains of an old costean. Over the years it had been filled with old car bodies, bottles and cans and any other old scrap. It made the ideal place for Native Cats to live and breed. These cats are nocturnal and used to invade Gavin's donga at night and knock off any tucker they could find. Late one night we heard an unholy scream and a lot of cursing and swearing. Gavin had forgotten to get his newly made jerky off the hooks and in the fridge so the cats had knocked it all off. Gav had as usual a heavy duty night of both bush tobacco and beer and was without a doubt not at his best. He grabbed a jerry can of petrol and soaked the junk pile. Then realized he did not have a match and wandered back to camp and found a box. Then wandered back down and struck a match to light it up. He really was not thinking clearly at the time. There was an almighty whoosh and the whole lot exploded. There was Gavin in the nude outlined by the exploding petrol fumes. He fell backwards onto his rump then got up and ambled back to camp where we all were crapping ourselves laughing. We gave him a cold beer and inspected the damage. Hardly a burn on him but there was a lot of very singed hair on the side facing the costean.

My mate DV8 decided he was going to visit Derrick (Gold Finger) one night so he grabbed the obligatory slab and drove over to Sandy Creek. Gold Finger had bought the lease after Ken went into administration and had made it his full time abode. While sinking a few he kept scratching at his knackers and the boys told him to have a bath in the dam. He stripped off and had a good wash but could not stop the scratching so it was deemed that a closer examination was required. So the gas lamp was fired up and John had a look to see what the matter could be. There were things moving around down there which had legs and it was decided by all that he was unclean and had the crabs so he was told to keep his distance and chair.

John being a person of very high personal hygiene standards could not abide sharing his pubic patch with insects so went over to his car and found a tube of Denco Rub. He stripped off and proceeded to apply handfuls of cream liberally over the entire area. After about sixty seconds or so he became animated and galloped around the camp fire yelling his old fella was on fire. They he belted off to the dam and tried to wash it off. Did you know Denco Rub is water proof? He sat moaning and groaning in the dam for hours. Every so often we gave him a beer but that did not fix it either. Several days later in Darwin I was telling his wife about the unfortunate accident and she asked if I had seen the results. She called John over and made him drop his dak,s and it was not a pretty sight at all. There was skin hanging off the area everywhere and it looked like a snake when it sheds it skin. My best estimate would be at least two layers of that tender sausage were destroyed, not counting the Tabaco sack.
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Love your story Norm, what are you up to now?

 

[FindSumStuff]

Golly!