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with Captain Chaos
BBQ beef fillet with
4 fillet steaks
350g Swiss brown mushrooms, cleaned,
1 bunch asparagus, trimmed
3 tablespoons chopped flat-leaf parsley
1 teaspoon crushed garlic
1 tablespoon toasted pine nuts
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons olive oil
Freshly ground black pepper and sea salt
Mix together olive oil, garlic, vinegar,
salt and pepper in a small bowl. Place
mushrooms and asparagus on a large
plate and drizzle with oil mixture. Set
aside for 10 minutes. Heat barbeque to
high heat. Brush steak with a little extra
olive oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Cook for 1 minute on each side or until
cooked to your liking. Remove, cover with
foil and keep warm.
Add mushrooms and asparagus to the
grill and cook, turning occasionally, for
3-4 minutes or until tender. To ser ve, place
veges on ser ving plates, top with steak and
sprinkle with parsley and pine nuts.
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January’s heat brings back memories of
the days when I was a stockman in the
Gulf of Carpentaria and one night in
Me and two other stockmen were droving
a mob of horses up to the Burketown Pub
where the buyer was going to meet us and
take the horses on to his property.
We arrived just before dark, placed the
horses in the paddock nearby and decided
to wait in the bar. When we pushed through
the doors the bar was filled with hats and
smoke. The ringers wearing large Akubras
and all of them had a rollie in their mouth
... that is when they weren’t pouring a drink
down their throats.
The night was in full swing. I was
drinking OP rum and beer chasers, telling
yarns about sailing and swimming that were
getting more outrageous as time went on.
Because the company I was in were mainly
bush workers that hardly ever saw the sea I
figured I was pretty safe.
Suddenly a bloke wearing a blue singlet
and shorts couldn’t stand it any longer.
“ If you think you’re so frigging good, I ’ve
just the boy to beat you,” he challenged me.
“ I ’ll take him on, any place any time.”
I noticed the mob were making bets and
the other bloke was the favourite.
“ What you have to do is to dive into the
water with a rope attached to your ankle,
swim down and place the rope around an
object on the bottom. The winner is the
one that gets back in the boat the quickest.
“ That sounds easy enough! When do
you want to do it?”
“ Right now and right there,” he pointed
out the door at the Albert River.
“ Bloody hell it’s nearly midnight, I ’m
pissed and the river’s full of saltwater crocs.”
“ That makes it about right. Come on.”
All the drinkers trooped out the pub and
down to the bridge where the hunter had
his boat. It was only then I realised that the
bloke was a crocodile hunter who made his
living shooting and skinning crocs.
We drifted down the river in his 18ft
clinker with a few helpers.
“ The only difference to what I told you
is I shoot a croc and you have to dive in and
attach the rope to the croc and get back.
The quickest wins.
“ My mate Sunshine here will go first
and show you.”
I looked over at the tall islander. In
the dark I could only see his white teeth.
The spotlight picked up the red eyes of a
Boom! The gun went off and Sunshine
dived over the side after the threshing reptile.
The next thing he was back over the gunwale.
“ Five seconds!” yelled the timekeepers.
They tied the monster to the side of the
boat and handed me the rope.
“ You’re up, Chaos!”
I stood on the gunwale suddenly feeling
very cold. I was shaking like a leaf.
Suddenly the spotlight picked out the
red eyes of a huge croc.
Boom! The gun went off and a hand
pushed me in the back. I had no choice. I
was heading for death or glory.
I started to swim down through the
dark waters thinking my time was up.
My hand touched
something scaly. It
felt like a leathery
leg! I had visions
of it being a front one and finding my head
inside the croc’s jaw. I slipped the rope off
my leg, pulled it tight and shot to the surface
faster than an Exocet missile.
I didn’t touch the side of the boat. I had
come out of the water so fast I found myself
in the boat standing up.
“ Eight seconds!”
It was the longest eight seconds in my
life ... and I wasn’t going to call for a rerun. I
shook hands with Sunshine and he told me
he was payed a few quid a month. He added
that he thought I was the fastest white bloke
he had come across.
I must have drunk about three quarters
of a bottle of OP before the shaking
Bull from the Bush
The Crocodile Challenge
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