Driving out bush this week ... me and 4 Countrymen in the car going to a really remote Homeland outstation.
It's the wet season here so not much hunting ... too much long grass, rivers fast and deep, difficult to see the wallaby, kangaroo and pigs ...
Bad road ... corrugated, praying I won't blow a tyre (it's 36 degrees celsius, 90% humidity and muddy, very very muddy)
Concentrating on getting us there in one piece, concentrating on 4WD skills, keeping speed reasonable, but quick enough so we’ll make the place by dark … and a possum ran out on the road – a big one (I actually thought it was a small pig at first). Bang. Oops.
This white girl terribly upset. Countrymen yelling at me “stop the car, stop the car Ms, you-need-stop-this-one-motor-car-right-now-sista-girl.“
By this stage I’m really worried that possum is possibly one of their totems … and if I’ve killed it, the kadaicha man is going to be on my tail (black magic/payback … DRAMA)
Nah … they couldn’t believe their luck. Tucker. One of the men jumped out, ran back to inspect the damage. The possum wasn’t quite dead, so he speared him in the head and threw him in the back of the ute.
We dined on possum stew when we finally made it – the family out there were thrilled, they reckon they were sick of turtle eggs and needed some meat!!!!
Of course I'll be spending a good part of the weekend cleaning possum guts out of the back of my truck!!
Last edited by Walking; 02/20/1004:34 AM.
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