OK, here I go again. Yea, I know what you must be saying to yourself, this blokes a walking disaster. It was not I this time. An old mate, Lorry and I were professional Kangaroo shooting back in 1963, in southwestern Queensland. We decided to visit his parents who live lived a little south of us over the border.
As a gift we decided to take a Sheep with us, then butcher it when we arrived. The idea was ok, except for the carton of xxxx that was in the back with the sheep.
On arrival we decided to butcher it in his fathers shed, so far so good. We had it hanging up, I had skinned it and was in the process of gutting it. The only light was a torch, as it was in the middle of the night. Lorry pushed his way in saying, here Ill do it, you big girl, youre going to take a week the way youre going. He then stuck his hand in disregarding the fact that I had a knife in there in my hand. The fact that we were half inebriated didnt seem to help!
He let out a yell, and pulled his hand out after the point had stuck into his wrist and had pierced an artery. While bleeding profusely we decided it was necessary to get him to a doctor.
Being three am when we arrived at the doctors house, his sense of humour was a little frayed to say the least. He mumbled something like give me a look at it as Lorry had it covered with a lump of dirty rag. When he removed the rag all that was showing was a spot where the knife tip had pierced his wrist, the bleeding had stopped. No matter what he tried, he couldnt get it bleeding again. After the doctor threatened to call the police, we cleared out a quick as we could.
We learnt three lessons that night: dont drink xxxx when using a knife, dont use a knife in semi darkness and lastly dont wake a cranky doctor up in the middle of the night unless its completely necessary.