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You had better remember what you said - I didn't say it! Its not maybe either - I Am the exception but only with thems what break the rules of gentlemanly behaviour. In fact come to think of it I am a downright arsehole...sometimes.

And thems who seem to think a snorkel is going to get them across the Amazon usually end up getting expensive frights...Funny thing is last time I came out of Macetown was Christmas before last and we only came out because my son had to get back..and it rained...and it rained. Our tent was still up when everyone else had left as the river was coming up fast and was totally dirty.
When we left in my petrol Hilux I did something I learnt to do many, many years ago when the only snorkels were on German U boats! I put a blanket over the front radiator and grill. When we got out to the last major river crossing there was a diesel HiLux which had left ahead of us dead in the river and yet in a petrol HiLux we got through. The blanket creates a big air bubble in the engine department and as long as you keep forging ahead the bubble remains and the engine doesnt die as the fan is still out of water so cant throw water back on spark plugs and water also cant go into air intake...just a handy hint. The water was about as deep as your photo.

As for Karma - some of my ancestors were witch doctors and others were Gypsy so you never know.

Blast I wrote that in duplicate - that means you will get double of everything you wished for me. I hate computers - Us relics of wooden hand wind telephones generally take some getting used to anything that had a screen, a keyboard and a box full of tangled wiring and funny things!

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Hiya mate I just upload my photos to a site called photobucket then using the "insert image" tag in the edit your post page to insert the tag/tag, you copy the URL of the saved photo off the photobucket site and paste it bewteen the tag/ /tag code that appears. I also soemtimes use an image shrinker program to make the pics smaller so that it doesn't stretch out the forum page, such as these pics have done :)

Hi there MSB, You were a lucky boy then. Alls well that ends well. Would have been a bastard at the time though. Which trip in was this then. Did you get any gold?
Yer.....I loved my old hilux. She was like part of the family. Funny how you get attached to some things. Bit like a dog I suppose. Couldnt kill the bloody thing. Man she took me some places. What a great work horse. 1984 dual cab 2000 petrol motor. Over 600,000 k's & all she cost me mechanicly, outside of your usual costs, was 1 head gasket & a planed head. Can of CRC saved me a few times as has that great tip of Lammerlaw's about the blanket or tarpolyn over the front grill & bonnet.
Rust got the better of the old girl in the end. Perils of living at the beach. Couldnt get a warrant any more. Mecanicly she was getting a bit tired & a bit of a whine in the rear diff. Sold her on trademe for $1200. An Indian from Auckland bought the old girl. He came down to the beach in a transporter to take her away. I told him he could have driven her but with no warrant he wasnt keen on that.
I asked what his plans where with her as I fussed a bit with tidying her up & fitting another stero for the sale. Giving her a good send off.... I was horrified with his reply. He was going to scrap her & send the parts to Afganastan.....NO!!!....SHIT....I can just see her now....patroling the desert with a rocket launcher on the back.....Go girl...Oh...one more thing....The end price on trademe was $1200. He comes down with a wod of cash & asks if I would take $1000 cash....LOL :)......."Sorry mate the end bid was $1200". They got to try it on aye......

Rest in peace girl :(







Before the Hilux I had an old Landcuza. She was a good wagon too. Towed a 25 foot caravan all around the south island for two years. Rust again claimed her. 4" dredge in the box on top.



Here's a poem by Barry Crump. I am sure he wont mind me repeating it here.

TOYOTA

Toyota in the Sheraton
Toyota in the mud
Toyota on the motorway
Or churning through a flood

Toyota in the sandhills
Toyota in the town
Toyota parked in Arrowtown
With people hanging 'round

Toyota for a pack-horse
Toyota for a leap
Toyota on the open road
When everyone's asleep

Listening to a western tape
The headlights on the line
We got to make the Ferry
She leaves at half past nine

With a deer across the bull-bar
A live one on the back
I boot her through the lupins
And make myself a track

Toyota towing a mates truck
Or humming through the Hasst
Looking for a camping spot
I knew of in the past

Free of spares & spanners
On easy roads & rough
I spin me old Toyota
From the North Cape to the Bluff.

Happy hnting

JW :)

try that pik again...

madsonicboating

Did BC write the poem or was it written for him? From what I have heard he had the gift of being able to take many yarns and adventures of other people as well and embroider them into his stories - he did a lot of things, went a lot of places, but no more nor no less than many a Kiwi - its just that he had the gift of being articulate and putting his and others adventures into words in such a way as to make their stories highly humourous.

As for the Hilux - Still like my old Landrover - had four LR's and Three Hilux Surfs (hate that handle) and the Hilux Surf might be nice and confortable and just the cats pyjamas for city slickers who want to get out of town and go 'wild' but when it comes to the crunch I can absolutely gaurantee that they sure in hell are not going to get where my old LR has gone nor my sons Lada...yes a LADA.
In my Landrover I have backed into not one but two mine shafts and driven straight into one, smashed three corners in and buckled them...levered, monstored and winched them out of the holes and driven them back to the shed...to the best of my knowledge it will still go if I put a battery in. As for the Lada - amazing things them. It is a rust bucket, leave it over winter,put battery in and Bob's your uncle. We currently use it to go the 6k from my hut to a spot we like to visit on my place, its a risky trip due to three or four dicey parts but the Lada never misses a beat and its short wheel base is such that it puts the Hilux to shame.

Hmmm - Hiluxes, I suppose thats All the younger generation know - and keep in mind that Barry was PAID to like them was he not. If you pay me to like say a Jeep or something else and give me one to advertise it then I will sure in hell like it all the way to wherever it gets me stuck or lets me down - then I will change my mind!

I dont think anyone would believe a book I wrote!...I was a cross between an arsehole, misfit, demonic little lad, devious shit, tricky little fellow, cheeky twerp, obnoxious bastard, thieving hound, tearaway, daredevil, dangerous, adventurous and otherwise different...I did things because they couldnt be done or because others didnt want them done or didnt think it was safe to do them or didnt dare do them. I did daft things like licking the flyspray off my grandmothers window to see what it tasted like. I also tasted everything my grandfather had in his workshop, paint, turps, kerosene, Meths...the lot! I also put matches to everything I could find to see what burnt and what didnt burn. I also hit things with hammers to see what would happen - bullets tend to blow the ends of fingers wide open and when you put the .22 barrel up against the palm of your hand and push the trigger it usually leaves a hole...I found all those things out the hard way! I get terrified shitless that my kids will try to do what I did. I still make big bombs just to wake the dead but as I am as deaf as a post now it takes a bigger than ever bang to make me happy. I am just swatting up on the Radio Active boy scout to see if I can glean ideas to make something thats really mind blowing and can turn a hill upside down to see whats underneath. Chemical persuasion was also an option for gold mining but dodging rocks as they fell seemed a little risky and there never did seem to be enough gold under them to pay for the explosives.

It is only this moment I remember finding half a dozen sticks of Geli at Macraes Flat in the 1970s - I remember putting it on a rock then shooting it trying to make it go off - it didnt work. On that day I also found an old tobacco tin with about 1/4 ounce of fine gold in it.

Austin Gypsys are collectable now - you should have kept it but then again I should have kept my first Landrover - a 1954 LWB - It was the first vehicle I used to frequent Macetown with before the place got over run like the main street of Dunedin and before Department of Constipation heard of the place and had all their textbook expert mini Hitlers going up there preaching the gospel. Actually I should never have got a licence until I was about thirty - I wrote three vehicles of in the first twelve months of having a licence. I was 20 when I bought my first vehicle - it was a Landrover LWB - I picked it up on the Friday afternoon I think from the car yard. By Saturday night I had crashed it twice. Three cobbers and I decided to go gold mining the first weekend I owned it. We got twelve or so miles up the road and someone said that we were going the wrong way so I grabbed the map to read it...thats when it left the road, shot through the farmers fence and into his paddock - a few dints, a full cricle in the paddock and back out through the hole and kept going. Another fifteen miles down the road at Lake Mahinerangi my Landrover took it into its own mind to make passionate love to a clay bank...and thus my driving career began. I can honestly say that if my first vehicle had not been a Landrover I would not be here now. By the time I sold it it was a mess - my last trip was one of around five hundred miles, a holiday up in Central, having a good time, gold prospecting, pillaging, exploring, shooting and having a few drinks - in 500 miles the Landrover went through 2 and a half gallons of oil!


If I ever did write a book I dont think I could put everything in it as NZ hasnt got a Statute of Limitations.

I once knew one of BC's lady friends - we used to write to each other.

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Dammit man WRITE THE BOOK! Just out of interest what posessed you to shoot yourself in the hand!?!?!?

You must have been REAL curious! I would have used somebody elses hand myself!

hahahaha
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I therfore go back to my original statement wayyy back in that yep he's mad! Tis effin good reading tho all you old jokers hould be writing thiat sort of stuff down as if ya don't, the wankerian textbook people you spoke of make their own stories up.

reminds me of a mate who tried an air pistol out on his hand...said it hutrt more when the doctor was draggng the slug off and outta his knuckle bone. He was curious too.

Cats. Well, they deserve to catch lead the fast way so nothing wrong there in my book. We gota a hill up mckenzie pass way we call pussy hill as there (WAS) 20 or so wild cats living on it...spotlight'd make it look like a christmas tree at night...was fun playing "shoot the lights out" hahaa
I worked with a guy off that great story "the venison hunters" he was an engineer out at fonterra...good funny hard bastard he was...told us they'd tested the theory on penguins flying skills from a chopper at 1000 ft...also caught a goose and took to the picture theatre they'd been kicked out of the week previous and he let it go mid movie hahahaa...

shit ya'd do 10 years in the slammer for even thinking like that these days...

Oh and I swapped the gypsy for a factory V8 premier 1976...shoulda bloody well kept that too but being only 20 she kinda took a beating!

I never did like cats too much but my greatest moment in the demise of stray moggies cannot be written here due to the repercussions which could occur so I had better not say anything - I knew an Englishman once though and he had a great collection of cat skins - I was really impressed by it - but I bet he never did invite any of his neighbours over for a cup of tea.
If I see cats in the wild I have no hesitation whatsover in sending them to purgatory as there is no place in our environment for them.
I always wanted to get a few bumper stickers made up - 'Save a bellbird - run over a cat' and 'Save a Whale - harpoon a ***' (Politically insensitive)but my chief advisor sort of looked at me sideways and said that it was not appropriate, in this, the day and age of whinger, whiners, do gooders and self opinionated, self righteous hypocritical drop shoulders who want to mind everyone elses business except their own.

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