Two buffs, one tagged cow that wandered away from its station. I got beef!
I missed the bull though. He turned at me and stared right into my soul, he was looking at me and telling me he was going to kill me. I fired just over him, Dennis missed as well and he, thankfully chosed the “Flight” option. I cant remember being that scared for a long time. Obviously I remember his horns being about 10m wide, and he was two storeys tall. Bjt he was a ripper for sure a real stunner.
Im scared to go back, I feel like he knows I killed his family, and he wants revenge.
This is what you need as you leave. After wheeling through some pretty dicey shit for 6 hours, chasing buffs and cows, slicing an d dicing and finding old mine shafts you cant wait to get back on solid ground. but not Mr X. Literally, the front wheel in 6cm from the fuggin highway, and somewhow he finds the only hole. Maxtraxks, some rocks, widowmaker jack. Sorted.
The shop coolroom is starting to smell wonderful. Too wonderful. The other haldf is complaining so I moved all the dry aging stuff into the hidden part of the beer coolroom. Bloody women eh?
Also, I found what I think is an old mine cart railway. I didnt get a photo, but I found a raised berm like that of a train line, hardly representaive of a rail, no tracks or anything but I spied a DRAIN PIPE exiting a stacked berm of ironstone rocks that formed a straightish line. It didnt occur to me at the time, but on recall, That pipe was not modern concrete at all. It didnt have the standard bluestone cracker dust aggregate, it was river washed round quartz and irony stuff that was protruding from the eroded sides. I can’t wait to go back and get photos.
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