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The old hermit that lives up there mite take a fancy to ur preddy Jafa lips id be very cautious entering the bush by your self anywhere along the coast

there are a lot of crazy bastards like me on the coast . yes carry a gun and a spade so as you can dig a hole to put the body in . pays to also have a good hunting knife for gutting the victim. some times we are to heavy to drag out of site.
by the way do you have 6 fingers and play a bango. I might want to tie you to a tree and make you squeal like a pig

good luck out there

Gold and guns. Like apple pie and ice cream. Never separate the two.

Ah ha

The Tale of Des and Henry of the Moonlight. Indeed a tale from days gone by. Flying Pavlova's at 10 feet, scones hitting tree's.
Ole Des was a bit of a funny buggar, but when you got to know him. Instead of throwing his baking at you. He would invite you into his hut, make ya a real nice cup of tea, and put out the most delicious spread you have ever seen. Till some bastard tampered with his baking necessities. And then bloody ole Des kinda lost the plot for a while. He actually made his own hand grenade to sort out bloody lurking Henry. He got an empty Baking Soda Tin, put in a good charge of Baking soda, added a few nails and pebbles. Then crept on Henry one day. Gave his grenade a good charge of water, banged the lid on, and threw at Henry. Suffice to say Henry survived the Baking Soda bomb. So back to his hut Des went.

Now where did I hide that dynamite. I'm gunna get the bugga for once and for all.

More to come I guess.

Cheers Trev aka " The Hatter"

The following day, Des had a visit from the District Nurse, yep she traveled the Moonlight Trail by Draft Horse caring for the sick and elderly. She was tough of nature but had a caring heart, and a compassionate nature. She was aware many of the gold miners up the Moonlight had served in World War 1 and in many ways had become recluses, shunning city life and even people. But she had a way with Des, that had overcome him.
She always got a lovely cup of tea and a lovely spread. No flying explosive scones or hard baked Pavlova's for Nurse Maude, she was always greeted with a gruff hullo, but ole Des always melted under her magic spell, but he always called her Nurse Maude, such was his respect for her.

Poor ole Des, he had arthritis and many other aliments as a result of his service for his country in France. He received a small war pension, which Nurse Maude would deliver to him fortnightly. Plus on her Draft Horse she always had a saddle Bag, reserved especially for ole Des. Well we know what it contained " Dont' we" his Baking needs. Sometimes as they discussed recipes, they were just like two old women at the local market at times.

Nurse Maude in passing mentioned to Des, on the way up here I called into a young fellows hut, just to see how he was. His name was Henry, " Do you know him" Nope, never heard of him replied Des. Well do you know tomorrow is Christmas Day Des, and its also Henry's 30th Birthday.
Fancy having a birthday on Xmas Day. Mmmmm thought Des, I have another plan already forming. Oh Im not much into birthdays Nurse Maude
said" Des. I thank you for your visit and the provisions you have bought me.

Now I feel like Baking, why of course said Nurse Maude, it is always such a pleasure to visit you. Des waved to her on her Draft Horse as she left to return down the valley to Blackball.

Right he says, time for me to bake a sponge, a birthday sponge complete with candles hehehehehe.

Every young man deserves a treat on his birthday.


To be continued.

Cheers Trev aka " The Hatter"
PS Don't even try and guess where this story is going, only I know that. It will have a happy ending. Enjoy the journey with me

HANGING OUT FOR THE REST HATTER

Well Des and Henry started tucking into the firewater. They toasted the Queen, they toasted Moonlight Creek, they even toasted Des's two goats. Oh they were very merry indeed. On this night they were friends. Tell me Des asked Henry, when and how did you get into explosive scones and other form of exploding baking. I am intrigued. Well Des said, it started in the trenches, in France a few years back now.

After the Xmas Armistice day, we found that that Hun, were pretty much like us. Fighting a war that was going nowhere, all young men as we were, the same thoughts that they were defending their country. When in fact we there because of tyrants whom only wanted power. And we were merely the pawns in their hand to achieve that, or defend. When we met in no-mans land on that day, we shared our photo's of our loved ones. I guess we were really all just young men doing our duty. The only difference was we wore different uniforms.

Well after xmas day was over, the shelling and shooting started again. Neither of us had any choice in the matter. Orders were orders. Obey or it was the Firing Squad for you. So shot and shell it was once more. Whilst on front-line duty, there was no cook, it was look after yourself. Well I had always loved cooking and baking since I was a young boy. So for my platoon I became the cook. Not that we had much to cook with or rations, they were hard times indeed. But we managed.

One day I cooked up a lovely batch of scones, they were beauties. One of the lads, said we should share some of these with Jerry. Well I said who is going to volunteer to walk across no-mans land with a tray of fresh baked scones, drop into their trench, have a nice cup of tea and then stroll back. Damm you poke your head outa our trench, and a Hun sniper will have you in a second. Well said one of the lads, we could make up a catapult, we all wear braces, so if we bind them together, we can make a pretty big shanghai or catapult. Well what a great idea. So we made one. And started firing scones over into the german trench. It was a bit of a laugh, as our trousers kept falling down. One of the lads said we should all climb outa the trench and give them a kiwi brown eye. I said, any volunteers, gladly there were none. A hun 9mm round in your bum is not a good look. And the Officers will think you were retreating instead of charging.

So we started experimenting, pavlova's tended to fly to bits mid air. Scones and Dampier were the best missile of choice.

Well bugga me days, about two hours after we started our aerial bombardment of good ole kiwi tucker. We got some incoming from the German trench. German sausage and brown bread. We ate well that night, as they did. So it became a dusk thing. Shoot at each other all day and then trade food at dusk.

To be continued

Just be aware that displaying a handgun weather real or fake in any public area will most likely get you shot by police if not definatly arrested. You would be better to have a shotgun or an assult rifle slung over your shoulder, or both lol. Least then you would look more like a hunter and not draw attention to yourself.
PS if your pistol is real it is againsnt the law to carry it in a public regardless of what category your firearms licence is.

Edited by user Tuesday, 6 October 2015 3:25:52 PM(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Oh okay. Just a wee bit. As Des and Henry scuttled the fire water, getting sillier by the moment. Suddenly there was a knock on Des's door.
Well buggar me said Des, who would come a calling at this late hour. Perhaps they want a scone. He lurched to his feet, and stumbled to the door. Bloody hell, we don't need anybody else here tonight, he thought. With trepidation, he opened the door of his hut. Oh my god, it is Nurse Maude, I am truly blessed on this day. Oh Des she said , I am in a bit of a bother. I had to ride up to tend to a broken leg of one of your fellow miners. It was a simple fracture and he is now in a splint. Two months and he will be jumping about again, like nothing had happened.

On the way up the track, I came across a young man. He looked quite dangerous to me. He had a holster with a pistol, I could see it plainly. He was standing in the middle of the track, blocking my way. My first request Des is can I use your water to wash my bloomers, and then as it is now dark I cannot return to Blackball. Can I stay in your bottom bunk. Of course said Des, me and Henry have buried the powder on this special day. So come join us, we are having a truly merry time. Now tell me about this thug that blocked your trail. Well De s I wish I had a couple of your special scones, or even a pavlova as it was very short range. But as I didn't I was distraught. But Bessie saved the day. She took one look at the rascal, gave him her best eyeball. Then up she reared. Thats why I need to wash my bloomers. I was so scared and hung on for dear life.

Bessie is always such a quiet dear horse, she just plods, never gallops, or for that fact gets into a canter. I do fear we will never win the Auckland Cup together. But we are inseparable in so many ways. She gave him two clips, and sent him flying down the bank into the creek.

I heard him muttering and saw him get to his feet. So he didn't need my nursing skills. Bessie must have just held back a little bit. But she did manage to dislodge his revolver. Which I want you to deal with Des. As quick as an eye can move, Des was under his bunk, out came his reckoner, a five pound sledge hammer. It was all over in seconds. We will have none of that in my valley Nurse Maude, I may have to bake some scones tomorrow, I know who needs some.

Cheers Trev aka " The Hatter"

throw some 1080 at it