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sassnetguy50 Posted September 24 Share Posted September 24 7 minutes ago, Buckshot Bear said: The math doesn't equal out so I did some reading. They overcorrected to plan for future drift. No wonder it is so hard to get an Australian to go back home when their visa expires, their home isn't where they left it. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpo Posted September 24 Share Posted September 24 Dear Aussies, 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 24 Author Share Posted September 24 37 minutes ago, Alpo said: Dear Aussies, Its not fair.....Turkey, Christmas pudding, Trifle and 38°C+ temps don't mix well 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 24 Author Share Posted September 24 FASTEST AUSTRALIAN SHEARER- 1892 National Museum Australia. Jack Howe was a shearer whose feats in the sheds of central Queensland made him a legend. In 1892, Howe sheared 321 sheep in one day using hand shears – a record that still stands today. John Robert Howe was born in Warwick in southeast Queensland in 1861. Known as Jack or Jackie, he worked as a shearer and settled in the Blackall district of central Queensland. He became famous, a gun shearer, setting records that stood for decades. Physical descriptions paint Howe as a giant of a man, with hands the size of small tennis racquets and wrists as strong as steel. He set records even when other shearers tried to distract him, by tickling him or jumping on his back. His presence in a shed was said to lift tallies far above normal, as men tried to compete with him. At Alice Downs station in Queensland in October 1892, Howe sheared 1437 sheep in a week. A few days later, he broke another record, shearing 321 sheep in seven hours and 40 minutes. Howe performed both feats using blade shears and, despite the introduction of machine shearing technology, his record tally of 321 sheep remained intact until 1950. In the same 1892 season, Howe also broke the record for machine shearing at Barcaldine Downs, where he sheared 237 sheep in one day using the new technology. When Howe quit shearing in 1900, he became a publican and owned hotels in Blackall and Barcoo. He had been an active member of the Shearers’ Union and he continued to advocate for workers’ rights as a member and president of the Blackall Workers’ Political Organisation. He was also a member of the fledgling Australian Labor Party. Howe died in 1920, aged 58. PHOTO- Jack Howe, 1915 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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DeaconKC Posted September 24 Share Posted September 24 2 minutes ago, Buckshot Bear said: Okay, for those of us "up here", what is the answer? 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eyesa Horg Posted September 24 Share Posted September 24 My guess... B. Pigeon 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sassnetguy50 Posted September 24 Share Posted September 24 7 minutes ago, DeaconKC said: Okay, for those of us "up here", what is the answer? A 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 25 Author Share Posted September 25 1 hour ago, Eyesa Horg said: My guess... B. Pigeon A: Ibis 1 hour ago, DeaconKC said: Okay, for those of us "up here", what is the answer? I like that Deacon !!!! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpo Posted September 28 Share Posted September 28 Two days and no posts????? 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Kloehr Posted September 28 Share Posted September 28 Sorry was preoccupied by a cyclone. Or as Australians call it, a Thursday. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001 Posted September 28 Share Posted September 28 what is on SPECIAL at the devil's pet shop this week ? CB 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 28 Author Share Posted September 28 5 hours ago, Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001 said: what is on SPECIAL at the devil's pet shop this week ? CB 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 28 Author Share Posted September 28 Lightburn's washing machine factory in Camden Park turns out Adelaide's own instant-oddity Zeta car, 1963-65 The Zeta, made from 1963 to 1965 by Lightburn and Co at its factory in the Adelaide suburb of Camden Park, became an instant car collector’s item because of its odd features and rarity. Car enthusiast Harold Lightburn, the company's owner and founder, was convinced that many Australians wanted the convenience of a small second car. Lightburn, who normally made cement mixers and washing machines, introduced the Zeta in 1963, priced £595, but sold fewer than 400. Zeta models were a sedan, sedan deluxe, utility and sports model. Lightburn also produced an electric “mobility-scooteresque” runabout vehicle capable of carrying two adults and available in two models. The Zeta Sedan (or Runabout) and utility were powered by a 324cc Villiers engine and were front wheel drive with independent rear trailing arms. The sedan had no rear hatch so the front seats had to be removed to access the cargo area. The chassis was steel, with a fibreglass body enclosing a large but sparse interior. Windows were perspex except for the front laminated glass windscreen. The doors were steel with sliding perspex windows. The four-speed, dog clutch Villiers gearbox had no reverse so the engine had to be switched off and started backwards to provide four reverse gears. Fuel came by gravity feed from a tank behind the dashboard. The fuel gauge was a plastic pipe running from top to bottom of the tank with a graduated glass tube section on the dashboard. The utility was the rarest Zeta with only eight produced. Some were bought by Sydney City Council for its Hyde Park fleet. The two-seater Zeta Sports was introduced in 1964. Like the Goggomobil Dart, it lacked doors and bumper bars. Only 28 w. Image: From an advertisement for the Zeta sedan, "Australia's 'second' car", made in Adelaide's Lightburn suburban factory in the 1960s. 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Gateway Kid SASS# 70038 Life Posted September 28 Share Posted September 28 9 hours ago, Buckshot Bear said: Still have a couple of those in the shed somewhere. If I can find em I’m gonna be rich! Regards Gateway Kid 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eyesa Horg Posted September 28 Share Posted September 28 2 hours ago, Gateway Kid SASS# 70038 Life said: Still have a couple of those in the shed somewhere. If I can find em I’m gonna be rich! Regards Gateway Kid Especially if ya got the covers 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 29 Author Share Posted September 29 A classic photo depicting five hard-working indigenous stockman at night camp at Newcastle Waters station Northern Territory. Newcastle Waters is a large cattle station in the Barkly Tableands about 290km north of Tennant Creek ( Date unknown) 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted September 29 Share Posted September 29 (edited) On 9/29/2024 at 1:05 PM, Buckshot Bear said: ....... there ustawas a 4th area, .......... but no-one ever came back from there to tell of it ......🙃 Edited October 1 by Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 needed fixin', ...... badly 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted September 29 Share Posted September 29 Just now, Buckshot Bear said: This is cousin Alfred, ..... he's a ROOfer. 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buckshot Bear Posted September 29 Author Share Posted September 29 2 minutes ago, Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 said: This is cousin Alfred, ..... he's a ROOfer. Gotta' pay that one.....its a beauty! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L Posted September 29 Share Posted September 29 1 hour ago, Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 said: This is cousin Alfred, ..... he's a ROOfer. A kangaroof? 1 1 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001 Posted September 29 Share Posted September 29 I suspect it be a peekin' roo 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted September 29 Share Posted September 29 2 hours ago, Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001 said: I suspect it be a peekin' roo <blush> 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Buckshot Bear Posted September 30 Author Share Posted September 30 Ballad Of The Drover Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. Up Queensland way with cattle He's travelled regions vast, And many months have vanished Since home-folk saw him last. He hums a song of someone He hopes to marry soon; And hobble-chains and camp-ware Keep jingling to the tune. Beyond the hazy dado Against the lower skies And yon blue line of ranges The station homestead lies. And thitherward the drover Jogs through the lazy noon, While hobble-chains and camp-ware Are jingling to a tune. An hour has filled the heavens With storm-clouds inky black; At times the lightning trickles Around the drover's track; But Harry pushes onward, His horses' strength he tries, In hope to reach the river Before the flood shall rise. The thunder, pealing o'er him, Goes rumbling down the plain; And sweet on thirsty pastures Beats fast the plashing rain. And every creek and gully Sends forth its tribute flood — The river runs a banker, All stained with yellow mud. Now Harry speaks to Rover, The best dog on the plains, And to his hardy horses, And strokes their shaggy manes; "We've breasted bigger rivers When floods were at their height Nor shall this gutter stop us From getting home to-night!" The thunder growls a warning, The blue, forked lightnings gleam; The drover turns his horses To swim the fatal stream. But, oh! the flood runs stronger Than e'er it ran before; The saddle-horse is failing, And only half-way o'er! When flashes next the lightning, The flood's grey breast is blank, And a cattle-dog and packhorse Are struggling up the bank. But in the lonely homestead The girl shall wait in vain — He'll never pass the stations In charge of stock again. The faithful dog a moment Lies panting on the bank, Then plunges through the current To where his master sank. And round and round in circles He fights with failing strength, Till, gripped by wilder waters, He fails and sinks at length. Across the flooded lowlands And slopes of sodden loam The packhorse struggles bravely, To take dumb tidings home. And mud-stained, wet, and weary, He goes by rock and tree; With clanging chains and tinware All sounding eerily. 2 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted October 1 Share Posted October 1 ....... unfortunately, this was the fate of many 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted October 1 Share Posted October 1 On 9/30/2024 at 7:29 AM, Buckshot Bear said: ......... hadn't seen'd that 4th one. Pity they switched to "unbreakable", .... 'cause they wasn't entirely ....... 🙃 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 Posted October 1 Share Posted October 1 (edited) 13 minutes ago, Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474 said: not quite "Logans Run" ....... is it. 🙃 Edited October 1 by Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sedalia Dave Posted October 1 Share Posted October 1 23 hours ago, Buckshot Bear said: Ballad Of The Drover Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. Up Queensland way with cattle He's travelled regions vast, And many months have vanished Since home-folk saw him last. He hums a song of someone He hopes to marry soon; And hobble-chains and camp-ware Keep jingling to the tune. Beyond the hazy dado Against the lower skies And yon blue line of ranges The station homestead lies. And thitherward the drover Jogs through the lazy noon, While hobble-chains and camp-ware Are jingling to a tune. An hour has filled the heavens With storm-clouds inky black; At times the lightning trickles Around the drover's track; But Harry pushes onward, His horses' strength he tries, In hope to reach the river Before the flood shall rise. The thunder, pealing o'er him, Goes rumbling down the plain; And sweet on thirsty pastures Beats fast the plashing rain. And every creek and gully Sends forth its tribute flood — The river runs a banker, All stained with yellow mud. Now Harry speaks to Rover, The best dog on the plains, And to his hardy horses, And strokes their shaggy manes; "We've breasted bigger rivers When floods were at their height Nor shall this gutter stop us From getting home to-night!" The thunder growls a warning, The blue, forked lightnings gleam; The drover turns his horses To swim the fatal stream. But, oh! the flood runs stronger Than e'er it ran before; The saddle-horse is failing, And only half-way o'er! When flashes next the lightning, The flood's grey breast is blank, And a cattle-dog and packhorse Are struggling up the bank. But in the lonely homestead The girl shall wait in vain — He'll never pass the stations In charge of stock again. The faithful dog a moment Lies panting on the bank, Then plunges through the current To where his master sank. And round and round in circles He fights with failing strength, Till, gripped by wilder waters, He fails and sinks at length. Across the flooded lowlands And slopes of sodden loam The packhorse struggles bravely, To take dumb tidings home. And mud-stained, wet, and weary, He goes by rock and tree; With clanging chains and tinware All sounding eerily. 17 hours ago, Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062 said: ....... unfortunately, this was the fate of many Get Home-Ittis has been the ruin of many. The senior AD1 that signed off a large portion of my all system QAR PQS when I was in the Navy warned me about it. Said the the desire to get home after a deployment made normally cautious people to take unnecessary risks when it was time to fly home. He was right. Experienced it twice during that tour. Fortunately by the book heads prevailed. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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