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Ahhhh a country upbringing stu.
I used to get woken up at 3 am before i went to school to unload a semi trailer load of hey.
Just me nad the old man.
the teachers used to ask me why my arms were bleeding
I used to ride 5 KM's from the bus stop on my pusshie and help with slaughtering sheep. My mum still laughs how i used to tell the fella cutting their throats......... " no blood on the school uniform....... mum will kill me"
and then i would sit on the sheep on the back of a tray back landcruiser, with their heads handing over the tray as we headed off back to the cool room the hang them.
Sorry for the hijack but this is a story to be told
I was sitting on 4 sheep one day, their throats cut and some sydney type bulls onto the road behind us in his BMW with his wife and 2 kids in toe.
They all looked at me, sitting on these sheep, trying to stop them falling off on the rough road, and suddenl realised that the sheep were dead!
Old mate locked her up and didnt start rolling again till we were a long way away
poor bugger, i think i scared him whem i smilled and waved
ahhhhhh a country up bringing
best lamb you ever tasted too.
cheers