New food this New Year's Eve!
My family decided we needed to do something different this New Year's Eve so I rounded up my dog Jesse (my avatar) and my cousin Wayne Kerr and decided to go hunting for a crocodile. After considering the size of a crocodile we decided to pick up Jesse's sister Sascha and boyfriend Fibber to help us out.
Now I live in Adelaide which is in the south of Australia and I wanted to hunt for crocodiles which are found in the deep north. Having previously lived in Darwin in the Northern Territory, I decided we would drive there to catch a crocodile. It is only about 3,000 kms. (a bit over 1,800 miles).
Given it was a long drive, Wayne and I thought we would stock up on some Barossa Valley wines, not far from where I live. Since time was short, we only managed to get 7 dozen bottles and off we went on our trip north.
Naturally Wayne and I sampled the wine on our trip until Wayne made the first intelligent statement of his life: "Ron, we are drinking and should not drive."
I agreed.
"Let Jesse drive!" Wayne said, so Jesse got behind the wheel and off we went.
However, soon we were pulled over by a police officer and Wayne was really worried but I told him it would be ok.
The officer went to the driver side window and Jesse stuck her head out, implementing her famous snout in the crotch trick. The officer looked a little uncomfortable and said "Everything looks ok here. Have a good trip." at which time moved her head and licked him on the face. She is so cute and friendly.
To cut a very long story short, we eventually arrived at a river near Darwin and started looking for crocodiles. Now it is illegal to hunt crocodiles, since some genius decided some time ago that they were endangered and now in places like Darwin you can find them relaxing in your backyard swimming pool.
Knowing this, we ordered the dogs to capture the first croc they saw (since we weren't allowed), and soon they were crazily running around this huge crocodile that had chased them to the shore (picture here).
Wayne was worried that the dogs would not be able to subdue this giant croc but I told him not to worry, and just after that a shot rang out.
Jesse had shot the crocodile.
The tough part of the journey over, Wayne and I headed south with the croc tied to the roof of the car. We continued sampling the wines and Jesse sensibly shared the driving duties with Fibber.
We look forward to barbequed crocodile on New Year's Eve, as are the dogs.
Now I am sure there is someone out there who does not believe this story.
To you I say this:
1 - You have never been to the Northern Territory
2 - We bought 10 dozen bottles of wine, not seven
Now I live in Adelaide which is in the south of Australia and I wanted to hunt for crocodiles which are found in the deep north. Having previously lived in Darwin in the Northern Territory, I decided we would drive there to catch a crocodile. It is only about 3,000 kms. (a bit over 1,800 miles).
Given it was a long drive, Wayne and I thought we would stock up on some Barossa Valley wines, not far from where I live. Since time was short, we only managed to get 7 dozen bottles and off we went on our trip north.
Naturally Wayne and I sampled the wine on our trip until Wayne made the first intelligent statement of his life: "Ron, we are drinking and should not drive."
I agreed.
"Let Jesse drive!" Wayne said, so Jesse got behind the wheel and off we went.
However, soon we were pulled over by a police officer and Wayne was really worried but I told him it would be ok.
The officer went to the driver side window and Jesse stuck her head out, implementing her famous snout in the crotch trick. The officer looked a little uncomfortable and said "Everything looks ok here. Have a good trip." at which time moved her head and licked him on the face. She is so cute and friendly.
To cut a very long story short, we eventually arrived at a river near Darwin and started looking for crocodiles. Now it is illegal to hunt crocodiles, since some genius decided some time ago that they were endangered and now in places like Darwin you can find them relaxing in your backyard swimming pool.
Knowing this, we ordered the dogs to capture the first croc they saw (since we weren't allowed), and soon they were crazily running around this huge crocodile that had chased them to the shore (picture here).
Wayne was worried that the dogs would not be able to subdue this giant croc but I told him not to worry, and just after that a shot rang out.
Jesse had shot the crocodile.
The tough part of the journey over, Wayne and I headed south with the croc tied to the roof of the car. We continued sampling the wines and Jesse sensibly shared the driving duties with Fibber.
We look forward to barbequed crocodile on New Year's Eve, as are the dogs.
Now I am sure there is someone out there who does not believe this story.
To you I say this:
1 - You have never been to the Northern Territory
2 - We bought 10 dozen bottles of wine, not seven