For those of us young enough to  remember.

My old uncle smoked LOG CABIN tobacco. The lid of the tin had a log cabin scene on it.
For years when I was young the old bugger, he had me looking for the dog on the lid. I searched in vain for that bloody dog that he had me convinced was there. I was probably about 5 when this started so I searched for that dog for about 5 years after.
Yes the BLOODY DOG was there.  He eventually told me that it was,
"BEHIND THE TREE HAVING A PISS"

He was a true bushie and taught me so much about life in the bush.
Shooting my first rabbit, catching my first Yellowbelly, seeing my  first lamb born, cutting scrub  to pulling  drought starved sheep from muddy waterholes and shooting those who wouldnt 'survive with an old Lithgow single shot .22 , I was about 11 at the time.
My Dad was not a hunter/ fisher type of person and so had no interest in things that my life revolved around. My Uncle and Grandmother were. They taught me to Fish, Shoot and all the bush craft I have today along with a genuine respect for .
My Grandmother was a real keen fisher and I spent many a time, either day or overnight trips with her. We would drag the Bore Drains for yabbies , dig worms till we were exhausted, the go and get her favourite bait Emu Guts.

Yes back then it was ok to shoot an emu or a roo or anything you wanted to but Grandma always had her Emu Guts for bait. She always out fished us and always was the best shot.
They are both long gone, but I will never forget the time I spent with them They were the best times of my life. I learnt so much from them.

Dribbling on I guess but somethings are important in life and to me this is.

See Ya Kev

Hey Sooty
Looked for that same dog for bloody yearsbefore my dad went to Champion brand and I still have a number of those tobacco tins in the shed remeber Turf ready mades and Capstan etc bloody hell that takes me back.
Got a yarn about my brothers growing up in the west, as you know most of us learned to drive when we were only young and we all learned to repair old vehicles to keep them going for shooting and spotlighting rabbits or carting in firewood etc. Well anyway we owned this old Austin A40 or 50 not sure which but it was an old ute that had no back on it and to make it comfortable fo shooting we put an old single seater lounge chair on the back and fully intended to attach it with approved No8 gauge fencing wire as you did in those days But kids being kids we of course forgot the wire and as in all things we realised that we had to do the manditory test run (For safety of course) and as happened (In our family anyway) the youngest brother duly volunteered screaming of course to take the initial ride in the lounge chair.

As you know a ute with no back ends up being extremly light and when you take off quickly so as to give said volunteer no time to bail out the vehicle tends to flick rather dramatically from side to side and as well being on a dirt track added to the effect.
Well those old Austins had a fair rate of knots at take off and the driver really wanted to test things out so at about 40mph or around 70kph in todays speeds at the apex of a particually violent flick of the rear end the said lounge chair decided to part company with the Austin.
I have to tell you that you would of been proud of my young brother, not a sound came from him and apart from an extremly active eye pupil movement and a widening of his eyes he just sat there and hung on for grim death. The lounge hit the track and began to take on a life of its own bouncing from table drain to table drain with smoke comming from where friction was heating up the timber and cloth bottom before comming to rest after it ended up somesaulting into the scrub and coming to rest, said brother who thankfully survived the failed test hit the ground running and head for home yelling dire threats of telling dad etc. bloody hell that pot stick used to hurt and my brother was very skitish around us for a few weeks until he for got the incident

You would not be dead for quids would you
Cheers Furphy

that story takes me back to my younger days in the bush as i have said before we used to make our own fun or so we thought.
well out west the summer sun can make things pretty hot .well this day my brother had brought himself a 125 motor bike from a mate and we were riding it around the dirt road near our house so to cut a long story short we had an old fj bonnet just lying around my brother decided to tie it to the back of the bike and tow it and me around; as i was the youngest i had to do as i was told or they would bash me  so im on this bonnet being towed up and down this road. now things are getting pretty warm on the old feet .so i start yelling for my bro to slow down cause my feet are starting to burn. as there is no baffle in the bike its very loud so he cant hear me properly so he thinks im having a good time so he goes faster and my feet are getting hotter well by the time we stopped my feet were that burned i couldnt walk. when we got home the bro told dad that it was my fault and i had burned them on the muffler of the bike. in the end i got in trouble for not being careful enough and he got away with it
funny things you remmember
cheers cb

Have to agree I am really enjoying this topic . Furph I too still have some of the old tins and other rubbish as the missus calles it. One mans trash is her husbands treasure.
KW too many stories too little time to tell

Kev

Wazza

True mate the youngsters of today
I was only saying to the Missus obout all the good times we had growin up and her comment was that todays generation the kids really do not have an imagination of thinking of enjoyment as we had to and also that with the Video games and the cost to put your youngens into some type of sport is unreal but this is how we kept the weight off and enjoyed life.
Back in the early times they supplied uniforms, Fees, ect but now it costs an arm and a leg just to get them enrolled and they wonder why they can't get the parents to have kids more active.

Sorry startin to ramble

Cheers

KW