Careful Wazza, I want him to post at least one pic, better yet 3, each from a different  angle, of his rig loaded.   We don't want to make him too wary of posting pics.

When growing up in the west not far from the NSW/QLD border actually living on the NSW side of the border and going to school in QLD it seems that there was plenty of oppurtunity to play the wagging game without to much chance of getting caught, and boys being boys as it were I had 3 brothers who took that oppurtunity for about 7 months straight in the early sixties. this being made possible because the education department in these states did not communicate so kids who travelled over borders were lost in the resulting mixups and even worse could not seem to pass final exams in the state they lived in because they were being educated in a different state.
Getting on with the story when my brothers were finally caught (My dad who returned home early because it was raining checked the 200lt mailbox drum at the gate for mail and found 1 of my brothers hiding in the drum out of the rain) he then dobbed the other 2 brothers in who were hiding in a cubby house they had built nearby in the scrub so they could watch the school bus go past and then head down the track about 3 miles to the house.
Punishment was swift and a pot stick that was used for serious offences was well and truely utilised on some very unhappy rear ends.
My dad then decided that he would convey my brothers to school next day to place the offending boys on the carpet to apologise to the Headmaster for having the day off school.

What a shock for him when the Headmaster told him that the boys had not been seeen at school for 7 months

More vigourous pot stick work was the order of the day eagerly watched by myself (is'nt funny how we are happy to watch someone else cop it when we dont)
3 very unhappy brothers were then reintroduced to the education system and had to undergo an extensive parole period

Ahhhhh memories
Furphy

Hi Rob

yeah talk about stray from the subject What Bloody Galah

I find myself going through this part of the board and it always seems to jog my memory of things we did as kids and I will put them on here as I get the chance we lived on the banks of a beautiful river and as kids swam - fished - made canoes from sheets of roofing iron shot wild duck - rabbits everything that you can think of had a real Tom Sawyer upbringing great memorys to think back on.
Reminds me of Charlie Prides (Roll on Mississippe) song
Will catch up
Kel

Talking about Weetbix brings back memories of the time I was with several blokes in a construction camp clearing heavy timber in mountain country, near Mt Gosper in NSW. We got rained in and no one could get in or out despite several serious attempts.
We were living in tents and everything was wet and things were pretty miserable and cold, got sick of playing cards to see who'd go and boil the billy for a pot of tea.
After a week or so food was very short  but we still had plenty of Weetbix and tinned strawberry jam, I won't go into details but god I hate bloody Weetbix.    True story.

Rob.

hi LK weet bix are a breakfast cereal comes in a rectangle bar  you put milk/ hotwater/ or you can eat them dry with  vegemite/jam ect on them  back when we all were younger that was our  main breaky cereal and after 14yr of eating them you get sick of taste smell ect..  cheers wazza