Seems somewhere over that (last) weekend I lost a day, and didn't know till Friday.
So the fire was on Monday not Sunday, and the police raid was on Tuesday not Monday.
When I last posted, on Thursday I thought it was Wednesday. On the way home a silver Prado soon overtook me, and just after that a white sedan so keen to get past over took on double yellow lines. I thought "White sedan and silver Prado are the same vehicles ben and his back-up had last weekend". Tried to get the number plate of the white sedan. Got 517.D?? ... could be 517.DNA or 517.DMA but not certain, and seem to have an image in my head of the word 'Maxima' across the rear of the white sedan, but never really got a proper look, so could be mistaken.
I figured they were going to Custard Guts' place, but considered the could lay in ambush at my place. So when I got to the front of my block I let the dogs off, locked my hubs in for 4WD ready to use the bull-bar for ramming, took my hunting knives out of their locked box and put them on. Fortunately there was nothing to worry about, which I probably should have known because Benny Fables is scared of my cameras in trees.
Yesterday (Saturday) I heard another place got robbed in Mt Perry on Thursday night and more guns were taken.
Had to move a dozer (#1, #2 is still on a job - is an International too but is smaller, older and red).
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Needs a bearing. In the adjoining valley (with a different name) a speed junkie car thief decided to become a greenie after getting out of gaol/jail last year for bashing his missus. So sabotaged 6 dozers up there. One really big dozer had $200k's worth of damage done. The owner from a place up near Gladstone paid $10k for him to be sorted out. So at Xmas some nice chappies did a drive-by with a full auto and a high powered rifle and ventilated his house. The yellow International in the pic was repaired but keeps spitting the rear crankshaft bearing out, even after being welded in. So is going to be modified slightly so the bearing stays put.
So Friday arvo (which at the time I thought was Thursday) I was preparing to go out and bring the dozer home.
Fed the dogs, and Gemma my pig-dog bitch took a pup over to a stand of trees on a hill opposite my camp site to feed it alone.
Then left it to go grab a piece of roo carcass she keeps bringing back to camp. The pup was crossing a clearing then started screaming its head off. An Eagle had grabbed it and my red dog Fred charged from under the caravan, did the roughly 70 metre dash across the open ground in seconds to pluck the eagle a new arsehole. The eagle let the pup go and flew up into a nearby tree.
Fred acts like he doesn't like the pups, growls and snaps at them when they come near him, but when one was in distress he saved the day. What a champion.
Custard Guts (currently lives in Bundy) turned up next door Friday arvo then went to his block. At 6pm last night (Saturday) Benny Fables pulled up at my driveway and beeped his horn then went to Custard Guts' place.
This morning I spied on Custard Guts place with my Russian military field scope and spotted an unknown (to me) red Falcon before Benny Fables left in the white sedan.
They're determined to cause trouble, and I'm reasonably certain they're going to get some.
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