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This is one of my favorite passages about bush survival and attitudes; the last passage shows why.
Its taken from the book The Bushmans Handbook by H.A. Lindsay, first published in 1948. Lindsay was a survival instructor for the Australian and American armies during WW2.
Imagine yourself stranded somewhere in the scrub country of the southern portion of Australia. Overhead the midsummer sun blazes from a cloudless sky; underfoot lies a soil of reddish sand in which it is hopeless to try to find water in the shape of soaks, creeks or pools. All around, stretching to the rim of the horizon, is a leafy wilderness of low trees.
You have no water and your throat is parched. What should you do, and equally important, what shouldnt you do?
The worst thing would be to start walking as fast as you could in any direction, driven by a sick panic and hoping to find a track or a fence which might lead you to a house, a hut with a rainwater tank, a well or a bore. If an aboriginal was watching he would probably sum up the situation by saying White feller big feller fool! He would be right.
Contrast the above with what a good bushman would do if he was in the same position. He would look around, to see a ridge slightly higher than the surrounding country. He would move towards it with unhurried, energy-conserving steps, his mind calm and his intention being to let his eyes save his legs from a lot of useless work. On reaching the crest of the ridge he would tilt the brim of his hat over his eyes to shield them from the glare and survey the scrub looking for water trees.
His gaze would become fixed on one spot, where he had picked out a large, luxuriant clump of water-yielding mallee, a needlebush bigger than usual, a banksia or any other tree or shrubs whose roots yield water. He would walk towards it, husbanding his body moisture by not raising a profuse perspiration. As he strolled along he would break a stout green stick for digging with and trim one end to a point with his knife.
What if he had no knife? In that case he would not be a good bushman so there is no need to consider the possibility.
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Andre
Its taken from the book The Bushmans Handbook by H.A. Lindsay, first published in 1948. Lindsay was a survival instructor for the Australian and American armies during WW2.
Imagine yourself stranded somewhere in the scrub country of the southern portion of Australia. Overhead the midsummer sun blazes from a cloudless sky; underfoot lies a soil of reddish sand in which it is hopeless to try to find water in the shape of soaks, creeks or pools. All around, stretching to the rim of the horizon, is a leafy wilderness of low trees.
You have no water and your throat is parched. What should you do, and equally important, what shouldnt you do?
The worst thing would be to start walking as fast as you could in any direction, driven by a sick panic and hoping to find a track or a fence which might lead you to a house, a hut with a rainwater tank, a well or a bore. If an aboriginal was watching he would probably sum up the situation by saying White feller big feller fool! He would be right.
Contrast the above with what a good bushman would do if he was in the same position. He would look around, to see a ridge slightly higher than the surrounding country. He would move towards it with unhurried, energy-conserving steps, his mind calm and his intention being to let his eyes save his legs from a lot of useless work. On reaching the crest of the ridge he would tilt the brim of his hat over his eyes to shield them from the glare and survey the scrub looking for water trees.
His gaze would become fixed on one spot, where he had picked out a large, luxuriant clump of water-yielding mallee, a needlebush bigger than usual, a banksia or any other tree or shrubs whose roots yield water. He would walk towards it, husbanding his body moisture by not raising a profuse perspiration. As he strolled along he would break a stout green stick for digging with and trim one end to a point with his knife.
What if he had no knife? In that case he would not be a good bushman so there is no need to consider the possibility.
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Andre