For many years crocodiles filled the rivers that my
family’s cattle stations were situated on. They had not taken a human being
during the hundred years that my family lived there but that wasn’t for want of
trying.
The danger with crocodiles is that you could not see them
in the water even if they were right near you as the water is very murky. You
would only see them when they came out of the water and grabbed you. The crocs
could always see you. Dad remembers an Aboriginal stockman filling his billy
can at the river bank one day. The stockman couldn’t move quick enough to fill
his billy and jump back from the water. He knew they were there.
Crocodiles were always a danger to cattle especially when
they wandered down to the river to drink. Dad had seen bulls over the years
with large claw marks on them. Those cattle were the lucky ones, probably only
saved by their weight and fighting spirit.
The closest one of the my family had come to being taken by a croc was
when my father tried to cross a river one night, only to be confronted by two
orange-coloured eyes coming towards him through the water. The water was up to
his chest and he luckily had time to get out of the water.
Choosing discretion over valor, dad decided to sleep
that night on the river bank.Unfortunately for dad, when he arrived back at
the homestead in the morning for breakfast, my mother got very angry with him.
She thought that he had been drinking all night with his brother at the other
station. Dad went to the gun cabinet. For the sake of domestic harmony that
croc had to go. More of that story in my next blog.
Until the 1970s, crocodiles could be hunted and so my
father and uncle had made a concerted effort to rid the rivers of the
man-eating reptile. They finally succeeded in the late 1950’s. Dad is always
credited with shooting the last crocodile. I was born in 1958 and don’t remember seeing
any crocodiles in the rivers as a kid. But there was always the myth that not
all had been shot. To be continued.
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