the all aussie dribble thread!

[Gypo Logger]

Matt, yes it is, I feeling quite like a fuktard now. Lol
Those GB's bars are still getting up and rock in'.

 

[derwoodii]

Was just thinking I'd should check in.
I need a checkup from the neck up.View attachment 420790

wow be some story's to tell in those eyes n wrinkles,,, Hey I thought you got thrown out into the wood shed,,,, that crib looks kinda comfy you;ve made the place real nice

 

[derwoodii]

just about finished me wind turbine PV set up I went down to super cheap auto to buy some battery terminals their 6 to 12 bucks each i needed over 6 pairs so hmm so wander over to local car wrecker yard,,, er do you and how much i get 10 for 20 bucks,,,,, nice

hey who knew the +and - terminals are different size post holes,,,, well not me

 

[KiwiBro]

This is fairly long, however well worth the read.
I found it a tad hard to keep the tears at bay.

Cheers from across the ditch. Despite my best efforts, my eyes are watering.
Lest we forget, fellas.

The family's old cigar box with medals, ribbons and memories collected in various war efforts dating back to the Boer war came from my grandfather and will keep being passed down the line when the time comes. I just hope I can get all the details of what I've been told about it all in my head long enough to pass it on without forgetting anything. Might have to write it down before completely lose me marbles.

 

[KiwiBro]

Sorry to read of your hassles Neil. Glad to see it coming back together though. What doesn't break us makes us stronger, they say. Not sure I agree with that completely but I figure Mother Nature will have to be more of a ***** than she has been lately before you'll concede defeat.

 

[rogue661]

Getting the skidder done giving it a good going over replace/repair anything that looks in need of some tlc. just working on the cab its the last thing to do..still waiting on the transmission when its back we can start putting it back together...
And Rudolf73 you where on the money engine is a 6bt.. Oh yeah the diffs, had a look It has 60 thousand pound eaton diffs...few pics for the guys interested in this type of thing Cheers...

 

[Rudolf73]

Getting the skidder done just working on the cab its the last thing to do..still waiting on the transmission when its back we can start putting it back together...
And Rudolf73 you where on the money engine is a 6bt.. Oh yeah the diffs, had a look It has 60 thousand pound eaton diffs...few pics for the guys interested in this type of thing Cheers...
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Nice! Thats looking the goods now.

 

[rogue661]

 

[huntingrob]

Lookin good mate!

 

[huntingrob]

This is fairly long, however well worth the read.
I found it a tad hard to keep the tears at bay.
I'm sure you'll enjoy, there is utube version vid to watch


The Anzac on the Wall

I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,
And went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
A photo of a soldier boy – an Anzac on the Wall.

'The Anzac have a name?' I asked. The old man answered 'No'.
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.

'I asked around', the old man said, 'but no one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years... deserves a better place.
For some-one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.'
I nodded in agreement and then said, 'I'll take him now.'

My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
A cracked glass pane and a broken frame - I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.

I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart - of Australia's own Light Horse.

This letter written from the front... my interest now was keen
This note was dated August seventh 1917
'Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible - looks like a Billabong to me.

'My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers... she's still my bride to be
I just can't wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.
And Mum you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out
I told him to call on you when he's up and about.'

'That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO's dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare hand.'

'Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield he'd left one leg behind.'

'He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more
Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he' s never known a mother.'

But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night

I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down
I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town'.
The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand
An answer to her soldier son there in a foreign land.

Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean
It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
'T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now - each day I miss you more'

'Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived - and what a godsend he has been
We talked and laughed for days about the things you've done and seen'

'He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes that you won't come to harm.
McConnell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.'

'Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy - and he screamed and bucked and reared
And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared'

'They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse breakers fear the beast that only you can tame,'

'That's why we need you home son' - then the flow of ink went dry-
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter number three
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,

Her son killed in action - oh - what pain that must have been
The same date as her letter - 3rd November 17
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo's face - the face she longed to see.

And John's home town's old timers - children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well - and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy she lost her mind as well.

She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak
'My Johnny's at the war you know, he's coming home next week.'
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.

And he would go and find her when she wandered old and weak
And always softly say 'yes dear - John will be home next week.'
Then when she died Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.

And Kathy never wed - a lonely spinster some found odd.
She wouldn't set foot in a church - she'd turned her back on God.
John's mother left no Will I learned on my detective trail.
This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.

So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.
I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.
His last ride proved his courage - a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.

That last day in October, back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell - that sad fact I did glean.
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here......

So as John's gallant sprit rose to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he'd never feel his master on his back again?

Was it coincidental? same time - same day - same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things that go beyond our ken

Where craggy peaks guard secrets 'neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof-beats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound just like dying men

Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion - Light Horseman on his back.
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend you can't dismiss all this as superstition.

The desert of Beersheba - or windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there - Now I don't find that all strange.
Now some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me
And I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.

'You must be proud of him.' they say - I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes - the pride of place - my Anzac on the Wall.

written by Jim Brown

That's a ripper derwoodi!

 

[rogue661]

Lookin good mate!

(edit reply to wrong post) Thanks guys I've enjoyed working on it something different from the normal hard slog.. It's been about 2 years since its been back at the mill, normally goes from logging job to logging job but even the old man could see was about time to take it home for some work there is only so much you can do in the bush...But I do remember about ten years ago pulling the engine out down the side of a mountain range couldn't even drive it back to the Dump, used the loader to lift the engine out now that was a **** of a job ha ha.....

 

[huntingrob]

(edit reply to wrong post) Thanks guys I've enjoyed working on it something different from the normal hard slog.. It's been about 2 years since its been back at the mill, normally goes from logging job to logging job but even the old man could see was about time to take it home for some work there is only so much you can do in the bush...But I do remember about ten years ago pulling the engine out down the side of a mountain range couldn't even drive it back to the Dump, used the loader to lift the engine out now that was a **** of a job ha ha.....

Yeah i actually don't mind working on that bigger stuff either. Ha ha. Sounds like an adventure on the mountainside!

 

[MCW]

Matt, yes it is, I feeling quite like a fuktard now. Lol
Those GB's bars are still getting up and rock in'.

No sign of tard there mate. It does look like a cosy little setup though Glad to hear those little bars are still going strong. You'd be on your 20th log cabin by now I gather? Good to see a photo of you. I had always pictured you as a 6'4" behemoth with a muscular figure looking like you were carved from a block of solid granite. I'm not disappointed.

 

[rogue661]

Yeah i actually don't mind working on that bigger stuff either. Ha ha. Sounds like an adventure on the mountainside!

Adventure sure was haha...We are the 2nd owners of this machine, and well the 1st owner I can't put it any other way had passion fingers! haha...For whatever reason at some stage he decided to put a wrong size bolt in the intercooler which bolts onto the intake manifold and it cracked a big chunk of cast inside the manifold....Just goes to happen the big chunk of cast let go years later when I was down the side of a mountain snigging.... I shut it straight down it made a god awful noise slapping on top of a piston, I knew whatever it was it was bad!...Went to town got a plant mechanic to come bush the next day and have a look, soon as I fired it up he's like shut it down that engine has to come out! I'm like ya joking right! haha....

 

[ausneil 1]

Top effort Neil, you are going to owe your boy a beer or two when this is over , btw, I do believe there is someone in your camp that might know how to rip a post or two to get the fences back up

Good luck with everything

Thanks Will, and your right the lad has been very help full, I was hoping to cut the wire off the flattened fence line except they are gone, hoping to use the loader to push in the posts (cheating but who cares) and I was also hoping the neighbour will run the wires.

Glad to here you're on top of it mate. Out of interest what does one of those packs weight? 1-2 tonne? You guys must have got your finger out to achieve what you did in 3 days. Great effort old son. As mentioned I bet you're due for a beer.
As far as Cutty Cutty goes I'll just keep you hanging as I'm still not sure that you're mentally capable of being exposed to such high end engineering.

It was an interesting week for sure, I learned a bit too regarding swamped diesel engines, they can be rectified if got to quick enough, we started sawing Friday, things went ok except I had visitors all day long offering help and a couple of sticky beaks just wanting to see the damage.
The smaller packs which floated away range from about 1/2 ton up to 1 1/2 ton, depending on the length. My larger packs of mining timber are big, the 12foot (3.6) are 2.5750 m3 each pack (2 packs wide on truck to fill the floor) or roughly 2 3/4 ton. The flood water floated them away like a boat.

Todays job is pulling diff and gear box plugs to see if water comes out instead of oil, hoping its oil.
Then its time to run round with the fork collecting full packs and loose sawn, that should take care of my Sunday.
Regarding this CC chain,,,, well i will have you know in no uncertain terms '' I'' can expertly sharpen any chain using my trusty Ozito chain grinder to any angle and even put that nice shiny ''Blue tinge'' on the cutting edge, so there Mr Matt beat that.

Sorry to read of your hassles Neil. Glad to see it coming back together though. What doesn't break us makes us stronger, they say. Not sure I agree with that completely but I figure Mother Nature will have to be more of a ***** than she has been lately before you'll concede defeat.

True mate, but when I 1st saw the water I thought I was finished, then as the water dropped quickly I could see I had to work fast, now I think I was lucky.
According to the local whether men we suffered a category 2 cyclone (unheard of here), couple of km away a house got 3 foot through it, another one got it a bit higher.
Over Dungog houses were washed away and folks died so I don't have much to complain about.

 

[derwoodii]

good day yesterday up with ballpark 3000 for Anzac GTG at then off to gun club for memorial shoot

a Bren gun and Mp40 display was good to see but no live fire photo to be taken please the 50cal was deactivated prop


trench was dug and bagged at 300 yards




and i spent all day 11 to 5 pulling targets for 33 plus 303 shooters doing standard shot score, look and shot 2 shot rapid x 5 frames and 10 round rapid in 50 seconds 300 yards behind a dug bagged trench with 6 shooters line, so plenty to do and kept my ugly head down as many stray hits on the mantel just above

 

[MCW]

If you can put top secret blue tinge on a cutter from grinding then you obviously know far more about race chain preparation than I thought Neil. Sorry for thinking you were an amateur

 

[derwoodii]

club asked if u got bring along bayonets, I knew I had one but never knew where it came from or its family providence so found it dusted it off & turns out to be a 1944 patent no 7 slazenger but still dont know where i got it from.... it may have been mums 1st bloke as he served till killed

http://www.lawranceordnance.com/information/bayonets/australian/furniture.php

 

[MCW]

club asked if u got bring along bayonets, I knew I had one but never knew where it came from or its family providence so found it dusted it off & turns out to be a 1944 patent no 7 slazenger but still dont know where i got it from.... it may have been mums 1st bloke as he served till killed

http://www.lawranceordnance.com/information/bayonets/australian/furniture.php

My parents have an awesome collection of bayonets from both WWI and WWII. They came from my mum's father and he collected them in WWII through the middle east and North Africa. Some really rare ones too.

 

[derwoodii]

My parents have an awesome collection of bayonets from both WWI and WWII. They came from my mum's father and he collected them in WWII through the middle east and North Africa. Some really rare ones too.

for the life of me i just dunno where this bayonet came from while long shot wos mums more likely i swapped stole or did some deal for gear of favor in long long ago,,,, at one stage i had a shotgun and a sweet maton guitar that for fuk sake i never bought,,,, now no guitar or gun now bit sad as the guitar be a bout 6 grand now