Thread: You know you are in the country when...

So you're in Tassie?.........Just because you saw two heads doesn't mean there were two blokes in that ute

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Touche!
Mark

Only in the country eh. A chap around here had a pet sheep that continually mowed his lawn which he furnished with a stylish woolen mohawk each shearing season.

I will admit that I came home from a trip to the southern isle with my miniature caravan full (quite literally) of delicious Tasmanian timbers. Huon is far more important than sleep, anyway.

Tom.

I did a job for a bloke up the road. When I got home my youngest daughter was outside the house so I called her over to open the back door of the Landcruiser station wagon. To her surprise and delight was a spotty sheep given to me by the bloke up the road. No it wasn't sitting on the seat she was laying on her back between the front and back seats on the floor with her feet pointing heavenward because I had tied her legs together for transport. It was a half grown ewe that had some brown splotches in her fleece. Much frowned upon by stud breeders. The bloke asked me if I wanted her or she would be turned into chops. We had her for quite a few years before she died

Ok so where's photos of the Huon? When and are you getting it or were those fellows heading there to do a swap?


My FiL had 3 1/2 acres in what was regarded as prime Market garden area in Green Valley now over grown with homes.
He often went to auctions and would come home with a calf or cow in the trailer and sheep (often more than one) and chickens in the back seat of his VW Beatle its when he came home with the calf in the back seat and chickens on the front seat MiL put here foot down as she had to clean up all the mess when he got home.

I grew up as a country boy. My dad had a chook hatchery. The back seat of the van was chook crates with a rug on top.
I'll never forget that smell. In modern times you know it is country when the TV ads are for sheep drench.
Regards
John

Was teaching at a one teacher school near Leeton. I used to pick two of the students up
each morning on the drive to school from town and drop them off on the way home.

The parents always wanted to pay me in some way but I always refused, it caused me no loss
of time to do this. So one day the father said he would give me a killer when I was ready.

So a couple of weeks later the older of the two boys asked me to drive them into the house
so I could get the killer. No problem, except dad wasn't expecting this. He was a bit embarrased
and didn't want me to leave empty handed so we trussed up a ram lamb and threw it on the back
seat of the Beetle.

I was finding lamb pills in that car until the day I sold it!!

Ref: the spotty sheep. If you know people who are into spinning and knitting the fleece could have been worth quite a lot of $$$$ - called 'Jacob's fleece' after the coat of many colours. There are some serious sheep breeders who specialize in breeding and selling multi-coloured sheep, Tho' I did hear of one breeder who was wiped out when someone came round and stole all his sheep - not one left. I wonder if it was a rival breeder or if they ended up as canned pet food.

Originally Posted by artme

. . . . . . . .He was a bit embarrased
and didn't want me to leave empty handed so we trussed up a ram lamb and threw it on the back
seat of the Beetle.

I was finding lamb pills in that car until the day I sold it!!

Reminds me of a rough and ready biology teacher at a country farm school I worked at. One summers morning he turned up with his brand new Mitsubishi station wagon full of kids (as in you goats) which he released into a pen for his students to study. That day was a friday and on fridays some of the teachers used to go for a steak and chips counter lunch at the local pub. We only had 40 minutes for lunch so someone would ring the pub with the order and to start cooking and when the lunch bell rang we'd quickly pile into a car and cruise on down to the pub. Anyway the Bio teacher suggested we go in his new car which had been standing in the hot sun all morning but when we opened the doors . . . . we decided to take another.

Sometimes the deputy headmaster would come with us whereby we'd all have non-alcoholic drinks but if he wasn't there some of us would have a beer. I can't imagine teachers doing that today