"We're out of mutton Yorky, d'ya feel like getting a roo for us mate?"
"If ya like. Where's the best place to go, where its not too far away?"
"You'll probably find a few in the Bush, the other side of Burgooney Road. Mind ya look where ya goin' mate 'cause it can get pretty dense in there. I wouldn't want ya to git 'bushed' or you'd never find ya way out mate."
"No worries Jim. I'll just follow the fence line. That way I'm bound to find mi way out to the road again."
"Thats the story mate. Make sure ya git a half-grown one. Don't shoot a big old buck 'cause they're as tough as old boots and my teeth aren't in real good shape these days. >>>>> Once I got out to Burgooney Road I took mi bearings from the position of the Sun and made mi way off into the Bush. The trees and Bush were not too thick for the first couple of hundred yards but after that, the landscape changed to thick Bush which was now all around me. Every now and again, the Bush would give way to a natural clearing which was dotted with large rock formations. After about an hours walking I sat on a rock, in a clearing, for a bit of a spell. >>>>>
The mob of roos were now in full retreat as they headed off deeper into the scrub, all except for the half-grown one that was kicking it's last, under the tree. It was almost dead when I reached the spot, so I put a bullet between its ears, for good measure. >>>>> Back-tracking was always the hardest because now I was a good few pounds heavier. Over the last 3 months I spent with Jim, I'd got a good Bush education. I was able to find mi way back out to Burgooney Road, no problem at all. Halfway back, I stopped for a rest as it was now really hot. I was glad to see Burgooney dirt road 'cause the roo was now getting fairly heavy and sweat was streaming down from under the brim of mi Squatters hat.
"Yorky mate,", he said as I got close to him. "Ya got a real beaut there. He's the perfect size for eating. Fetch him over in the shade and we'll clean him up. The missus will make up some roo tail soup and we'll git enough steaks off of him for a couple of weeks mate. We'll make a bushman out of ya yet Yorky, ya pommey bastard!"