An old bloke in Ballarat owned a large farm.

[Buckshot Bear]

An old bloke in Ballarat owned a large farm.
The farm had a large dam in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and an orchard with some apple and peach trees.
One evening the old bloke decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.
He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.
As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young sheilas skinny-dipping in his pond.
Very politely he made the sheilas aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.
One of the sheilas shouted to him, 'we're not coming out until you leave, you dirty old bastard!'
The old bloke frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you sheilas swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.'
Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed the crocodile...'
Some old blokes can still think fast....