Tuesday, 16 April 2013

....something to think about?

by Simone McPherson
After a lot of mucking about – dozing, pulling up an old fence line complete with barb wire and then searching over 8,000 acres for five old gates that we could recycle ........ 

"YEAH - THE MISSUS, SHE DOES THE WASHING"?
 ........the last gate was finally hung making Cobb’s Holding paddock a completed mission, thank goodness.

 So the next day we were up early......

............I packed a picnic lunch and off to Inglewood we went.  Inglewood is a little town nearly two hours’ drive SW of where we live....  

 .... I am off to get my hand gun licence, the course is held at the Inglewood Gun Club.

The Club is set in country that you need a compass and a packed lunch to get to............ 

.... are they camels? ....

.... an old homestead from a time long gone now, and with a lot of dog legs and non-existent signage – signs that have eroded away or just don’t exist at all.

It is very sandy country and flat to where we live, making it great country for Wattles, which there are plenty of. 

Once there – it’s definitely a real “Boys Place” - the course runs for about three hours or so, and covers such things as; making sure that you as a firearms licence holder are a responsible person in charge of a firearm. 

A lot of the rules are very strait forward considering you are handling a firearm … for example – always keep the muzzle pointed in a safe direction? – Treat every gun as if it were loaded? – Only load or cock a gun when you are shooting? – check your target and beyond your target? – Never climb or jump with a loaded gun? – avoid ricochet? – Guns not in use should always be unloaded? …… well you get the idea, if you didn’t perhaps you should not be here?  There is no second chance where guns are concerned – and El Ranchero, being brought up with firearms is very “Strict” with “Gun Safety”.  I had already done this particular course over a year ago for my Longarm Licence - so I was already a steep ahead .........


So once all that was over and done with I took El Ranchero for a picnic lunch at the Inglewood Aerodrome.  It’s just a tiny little place, it’s an aerodrome that the small community of Inglewood are very proud of as the community contributed to have the tarmac done. 

I AM UP AND OVER THE FENCE - I'M SURE IT NEVER USED TO BE THIS HARD TO GET OVER A SMALL FENCE?
This is a wonderful achievement for a small community.  My connection to the Aerodrome is my Father, who was a Bush pilot here in this district and he and two of his “Mates” started the aerodrome back in the early 1950’s.

Then we went into town to pay our respects to the “Fallen” ....

 ....... the ANZAC’s who had lost their lives in the wars – 1939 to 1945 from this district, my Uncle and my Grandfather being two of the many. 

Then it was the drive back home again .......

........and of always being so grateful for where we live here on this little bit of dirt on this lovely Blue Planet spinning through Space – now that is something to think about?  …………… Really!