Butcherin' in the Bush.

[thestoryteller]

The old butcher was always a good source of pocket money as he took all your old newspapers.

Worked out at Roma slaughtering for a Butcher for a while and worked at the meatworks over the years at different times.

My great uncle Dan Callaghan had Butcher shops at Yelarbon and Boggabilla and was known from time to time to have Christmas turkey specials but one old dear wised
up when he forgot to cut the feet off the ibis and smartly returned it with a few choice words to boot.

Always loved the sign in the Butcher shop which read - Credit Extended to all folk over 90 accompanied by a Parent.

[Rimeriter]

Well Storyteller,
yours appears to be more factual and less of a story than mine.

Thanks for your input.
Jim.

[thestoryteller]

I can remember sittin in the bush Jim and looking forward to devouring a steak, peas, tomato and eggs but had troble seeing it all for the flies.

It was a case of figuring out what you wanted to eat and get the eating gear ready and then a big brush across the plate and go for your life.

Still managed a bit foreign protein despite that at times.

When I was in New Guinea the local outdoor markets had meat on display hanging on stick racks and the vendor came across occassionally to move the flies on.
Far cry from the regulations you have to follow today.

Take care mate.