Channel Country Ringer Has All He Needs For The Next Few Weeks Or So

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A jackaroo some 120km west of Thargomindah has told The Advocate that while wet, he is prepared and ready for the next week or so.

Conbar Delga, a 19-year-old bovine retrieval specialist at Lucas Station, spoke of a fridge full of ice cold cans of equine urine (Great Northern), three 50 gram pouches of locally-grown excise-free tobacco and more bricks of rum over at the head stockman’s quarters than he knows what to do with.

“The Wilson is up over the road and there’s no going to town that way,” he said.

“If that way is no go then there’s no way we’re going to Eromanga from here. We’ve got the pub at Noccundra but we can’t get out the driveaway at the moment. Nope, the only way out here is up. But I’m right. It’s fucked though, there’s water everywhere,”

“You’d seldom see something like this, you would. 2009-10 comes to mind but I don’t reckon nah that that [sic] was bad as this is now but. I was too young for that, anyway, never seen the Wilson up like this, hey? Tell you what, I’ll be swinging off the end of a pair of 12-inch Crescents for months when all this ends up in the big bath tub, Lake Eyre that is for those playing at home,”

“But ye bunj, all good. Can’t complain. Not much to do around here this week, or maybe next week, but we’ll get stuck in directly don’t you worry. For now, I think the head stockman and I, few other blokes, we’re going over to the kill house today and processing this fucken 12-year-old spay cow the manager has benevolently decided to donate to the camp’s sustenance. Few cans doing that. I’ll, uh, be heading down to the yards after I done speaking to you now to check on the horses. Yards are up a bit but that water last night coming down the Wilson, they might be getting wet feet directly so we’ll have to move em up here, keep em up here. Horses hate having wet feet, they’re like humans they are in many respects,”

“But ah, yeah, do the killer then have a few cans leaning on the tray of a cruiser. Few chats. I’ll be having a few smokes, too. Move to the shed, have a bit a bread and sauce for dinner. More cans. More smokes, nothing better than a few shed beers with the soft rain landing on the roof, tell you what, I did a harvest in Walgett once we racing a storm stripping the last of the wheat and we got in the shed just as the rain came in, mate, you’d never seen a cocky enjoy his shed beer more, he was stoked. Sitting on his milkcrate, full can of New in his paw, me rolling him a smoke. Fuck, he was in heaven,”

“But yeah back to what I was saying. The Cooper will be rooted for months. We won’t get in there until nearly Christmas, and that’s if this is all we’re getting. We’ll have to go up there and swing the gates and get the choppers up em. Crazy rain this. Once thing about Western Queensland mate is when it comes it comes.”

More to come.