The Bungle story.

As is the way with any adventure, we all know there is to be a story, no Coight points this time but a story none the less. We left the caboose this trip & opted for the swag, & car door shower (Pat. Pend).

A beautiful camp in a world heritage listed park. Nowhere did it mention that we were camped in or on the Bungle Bungle Stock route. So when at 2.30am Annie is in blissful sleep, I become aware of a presence, a big presence, moo cows come in one size in these parts XXL, I only like them between 2 slices of bread.

So as one of these bad boys is breathing within 2 feet of my head, I am doing the calculations of 80kg of rib eye, 60kg of porterhouse, 45kg of scotch fillet & I reckoned on around 120kg of offal all resting on one hoof, where would I least like it placed on my person? Then Annie wakes with the rest of the heard to follow. As I try to maintain my composure under extreme circumstances, she comes up with a plan, send me out to scare them away. That plan was never to be implemented. So then she starts to work on headlines for Saturday's Age, "2 Vic's CRUSHED in Stampede"!
I on the other hand implement my cunning plan: A) Pull doona over head. B) Stop breathing. C) Hide behind Annie. My simple yet effective plan was without a doubt the plan to run with, as we were not on the front of last Saturdays Age.

Happy days are here again, I feel better for a 600gm rib eye at the Pump House Restaurant last night.