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Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4319 Dogs 0 / Races 0 23 Sep 2018 10:27
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Chooka spent three months in Maree hospital while recuperating, then a further eight weeks staying with Lofty, before he could be determind as fit enough to ride, and spend long hours in the open again. Lofty had kept him occupied with a myriad of old happenings of the past. Sandy had also recovered well, and was working with Jack at the old Callanna Station, whilst they waited for Chooka To heal. That night over a hot roasted dinner, Chooka told of his need to return to where he was found, because of the strong register the detector had made. Lofty, just threw up his hands in frustration at the mere idea of it. Jack looked long and hard at Chooka, but was met with a determind response. Sandy was quite for a moment, then replied that he would not be going back there, as the landscape had all been changed, and he could see no sense in it, although through past experience he knew Chooka would'nt change his mind. So, the four of them discussed it late into the night, before a decision was made to give it one week only, but if in that time no luck was had in finding the spot again, they would like to immediately leave the place. Lofty and Chooka would approach Tom, and inquire if he had recorded the GPS reading for where he had dropped the two lads before. They also stressed that no one would go off on his own this time, they would stay as a group.
Four days later, all was ready, the animals had been refreshed, the stores packed away, and Tom had indeed recorded the GPS site so the journey began. Tom had in no short way, told Chooka what he thought against it. although deep down he admired him for his determination. About five hours later, they had arrived at the spot according to the GPS recollection. All stared in frustration, as the area had completely changed, even from the time after the storm, now all timbers were buried, and they would have to start from anew. Jack and Sandy would unpack the camels, and Lofty with Chooka would choose the campsite. Jack's idea to carry some firewood now proved to be prudent, as there was no wood in sight, they would have to address that tomorrow. With the camp now set up, Jack explained to the two lads about the tinge of green sprouting on the flats and dunes. he told of the aboriginal name for the grass that only sprouted after the fall of rain, it was called parakelia, this amazing grass could store its own water in the long cylindrical leaves. The animals that feed on it, could eat and drink at the same time. And as he squeezed the water from the stems, he told of many a tribesperson who had survived on its water. Old Sol, now began to act like an old artist, who was in a very last effort to paint the landscape, before he lost the light. The colors changed quickly, as he frantically painted the scene, before dropping below the horizon, to allow the night artist to takeover.
Lofty had whipped up some bacon and beans, some kangaroo steaks, all to be washed down with tea and coffee and Johnny cakes.
After the meal, the conversation reverted to the task tomorrow, of trying to find this owner of the rampant register on Chooka's detector. As they departed for the groundsheets, all agreed it would not be easy. Morning Came like a Taubman's paintchart, splashing colors over the landscape. All arose within minutes of one another, each off to do their ablutions, before rekindling the fire, and starting the days endeavours. The task today would not be easy, starting from the center out to the easterly direction where the storm had tossed Chooka. Without any timber around to guide them, or the small tree where the carking crows had roosted, luck would would have to play a major part. The best part of the morning, was pointing to hopelessness, so a stop was called, and some cold jerky and Johnny cakes were nice. Jack stood out to the left of the group while they ate, he was imagining the recent water run off across this corner, where he had found Chooka, had been below a ridge, where any water would run to, which pointed to a soak somewhere close. He began to use his survival instincts, searching for a lower level. He was soon rewarded, as he found it some 400 yards away, slight but promising. Removing a spade from the pack camel, he began to dig, and in a foot or two, he struck wet sand, which led to water bubbling up. So for a length of ten yards, he dug a foot channel straight to his left. He then instructed Chooka, to sweep the trench with his detector, at the beginning there was nothing, but about half way along it began to register loudly, from its deep pinging, it was something heavy. Untold excitement reverbrated through the group, and they soon set to marking the spot with a cairn of stones. Eagerness was forthright on their minds, but then old Lofty let them know, they still had tomorrow to achieve their goal, and a rush of impatience was'nt warranted. So they elected to return to camp, and move it over here closer, so they could begin first thing in the morning. Each reluctantly retired to their swags, with untold thoughts of the pingings origins.
Tor Janes Australia (Verified User) Posts 10024 Dogs 16 / Races 0 24 Sep 2018 02:07
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Hopefully a big lump of gold for them they deserve it after all this!