
In the early hours of the morning just before the sun came up my uncle emerged from the ute walked towards the fire and saw what he thought was a big croc lying next to the fire. Frightened the living daylights out of him. He always said that if he had a gun (remembering this is the early 70s) I probably would have ended up with some holes in me! Thinking back it wasn't the smartest thing to do because there were still a number of crocs around the area and me asleep on the ground would have made an easy target.
The innocents of a southern lad in the tropics! I have so many great memories from those years. Trips inland, getting flooded out of a camp site at Mossman, visiting Normanton and Karumba. The prawns and the fishing. All a lifetime ago now.
