Hill billy capers

[IQS.RLOW]

You seem like you have taken a pummelling around the ring but haveyou ever been punched in the throat?

[Outlaw Yogi]

You seem like you have taken a pummelling around the ring but haveyou ever been punched in the throat?

The last post was by Dr. Caligari, so I'm not sure who this question is directed at.
If it was Dr. Caligari, ignore this .. carry on ...
If it was me, then the answer is 'Yes'.

I was living with a woman about 8 years my junior in a town house at Bradbury.
A suburb around the modern day slum known as Campbelltown, SW of Sydney.
4 days after I got out of gaol/jail she came to my sister's place. We went out, she gave her boyfriend the flick and I moved in.
About 3 months into cohabitation she asked "What would you do if I hit you?"
I replied "Probably just fend you off and pack my (duffle) bag".
She continued "No .. I mean if I just started smashing you and wouldn't stop?"
I answered "I'd tie you to the toilet bowl, then pack my bag, and ring someone to come and untie you ... But don't do it, and especially don't hit me in the face, because I might not think about it, I might just react".

She must have thought I was full of piss and wind because she did attack me 3 times.
On the 3rd occasion I was trying to sleep and she was pestering me with stupid questions.
After answering the same questions over and over again, I said "Look, it doesn't matter what I say, you just keep coming back with the same shit, I've answered your questions about a dozen times, I'm tired, I want to go to sleep".
She kept nagging/niggling with the same shit, so I refused to answer and figured eventually she'll shut up and go to sleep.
Next thing she says "Are you going to answer me or just lie there and ignore me?" before I copped a volley of hits.
Can't remember if it was 2 in the face and 1 in the throat or 1 in the face and 2 in the throat, but at that point I thought "I don't have to put up with this shit". Got to my knees, said "You wanna fucking go do ya?". Then grabbed her by the throat and punched her in the face.
She started kicking, scratching and squirming, I fell off the water bed and my heel went through the plaster. Then I got up grabbed her by the hair and punched her in the face again.

She started screaming and I thought "Yeah that'd be right, trying to get me in the shit with the neighbours" so I let her go. She gets up yelling "You broke my nose you arsehole" and I replied "Oh bullshit, I hardly touched you".

She turns on the light, picks up her (4 year old) kid who's got out of bed crying, and there's blood streaming down her face. I thought "Now I've done it" so went to the wardrobe and started shoving clothes in my duffle bag. She asks "What are you doing?" I reply "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Then she blubbers "But I don't want you to go". I said "You're kidding, I just smashed your face in and you don't want me to go?".

She sobs "I didn't think you'd do it". I replied "I didn't think I'd do it either, but you pushed me too far, There's no point me being here if we don't like each other. If I'm going to stay, we've got to be nice to one another".

I stayed with her for about another 13 months, and then a bloke named Angelo who'd worn a wire in Long Bay and helped the Ds get Neddy Smith for an extra murder (body found at Botany) was stabbed by Greg Alexander in retaliation, so got out on parole and methadone with 6k compo, moved in down the street and bough a heap of speed.

She started seeing Angelo, so I moved out and he moved in the same day.
Apparently he flogs her on a regular basis, and she wants to marry him.
Which tells me, she wanted me to bash her.

[Outlaw Yogi]

Anyway, that's history .. so back to more current times and more in tune with the intended theme of this thread ...

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Been trying to get (with marbles from a sling-shot) this bastard, and then he did me a favour by catching himself - greed for dog biscuits.

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[Outlaw Yogi]

On Tuesday (27/9/16) I took the dogs on a fossick/hunt on the ridge behind my block.
#1 to check an old mine site, and #2 to give the pups some endurance training.
So through the forest, up a mountain and part way down a creek.
{Did find something interesting but not saying what}

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Did an accidental detour on return, so walked 18-20km.

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[Outlaw Yogi]

That morning prior to going out, Gemma had whined and when I went to her she couldn't get up.
I thought she might have a paralysis tick, checked but found none.
Then she came good, so we went out.
I now realise she had already been partially poisoned with a nerve toxin/pesticide.

After the dogs had a rest on our return home, Gemma tried sneaking off in to long grass left unburnt since the recent fire. She may have just wanted to excrete but I followed her just in case there were baits or she nicked off.
I chained her to the ute so she couldn't abscond.
Soon after dark, both Fred and Gemma began barking and growling as if there was an intruder.
I let Gemma off the chain and both dogs ran to my Western boundary.
Gemma went off into long grass on the access to a battle axe block behind mine.
She came back and since checking the cameras noted she was fine at 8:45pm.

Not long after she became psychotic, trashed the caravan and I had to restrain her ...

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Soon after an agonising ordeal after 9:00pm she was dead and I rang my father at 9:13pm.

In the morning (28/9/16) she was stiff ...

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I won't forget this Custard Guts, you verminous piece of shit!

[Outlaw Yogi]

When I last got raided by the cops (twice this year for a dope crop that doesn't exist) there was a small quantity of weed in the caravan.
The cops could see it was old, and I'd explained I gave up weed in October 2014 due to a serious lung infection, potential lung cancer.
So not wanting to create unnecessary dramas, or not wanting to get me off side, or not wanting to piss me off (don't really know), rather than charge me for weed I admitted I grew but no longer smoke, I was referred to a Minor Drug Offense Diversion. For some reason they sent me to Gayndah rather than Bundaberg.

To make sure I attended on time in a town I've never been to before, I went there yesterday to do the recon. Then camped beside the Burnett river with my dog and pups. So I've just spent the day in Gayndah where it's all citrusy and gay. Golden Mile (Ag Co) is there too but doesn't sound as gay as Gaypac - worked for Gaypac in 2014 on an orchard they leased at Wallaville (near Gin Gin).

Lucky I took a leather jacket, it's been cool at night recently (at home) and figured it'd be cooler further inland. I'd almost forgotten how cold it gets sleeping beside a water course (lived beside Woronora river in early 90s). So between 2am and 5am it was quite chilly.

Another dawn shot, dawn shots are often the best ...

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A killing time shot, because I turned up at the drug diversion 2 & 1/2 hours early ...

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I imagined it was going to be a class type lecture scenario in a room full of tables, chairs and a video projector, but turned out to be a 1 on 1 with a counsellor, so more like what I imagine a shrink-client scenario would be like. Jizz she was sweet, nice face, nice hair, great body, nice voice, bet she's broken a dozen hearts already.
Wants me to ring her if I get the urge to "turn back to drugs" or kill the piece of shit who poisoned my bitch. But that's the thing with these do gooder counsellor/social worker types - always looking for an opportunity to stick their nose in someone else's life. But then if that's what makes her fee important or needed, that's her business. The main thing is no charges, no conviction.

[Outlaw Yogi]

At 8 weeks old this pup was picked out in Gin Gin IGA car park by the Missus of a blokle I worked with at Elliot Heads 16 years ago. He was to be for her daughter and asked if I would hold him for 9 days til the daughter moved in at Mt Perry, and I agreed.
They didn't show up, so about 2 weeks later he was taken (also in Gin Gin IGA car park) by a couple with a cattle property about 15km from Mt Perry.
On the weekend I had just finished using the WiFi in Mt Perry when a bloke with the pup asked if I knew who owned this pup.
I recognised him as one from Gemma's last litter. This bloke was going to put an add with photo at the local shop. Then I remembered who took the pup, so went to see him.
The pup looked like he hadn't been fed for a week, and had apparently been wandering around in town in Mt Perry for several days prior.
I did a bit of checking around and the people I gave him to have made no effort to find him, so I've taken him back.
I was considering calling him Perry because he's spent time in Mt Perry, but he's come back, so I've called him ...

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[Outlaw Yogi]

Got another bitch.
Fred's been tracking/finding and bailing the pigs well enough, but he can't pull 'em up (except for suckers).
Nearly a week ago Fred led me to an 80-100kg grey with black patches boar, bailed it twice but as soon as I got close it bolted. It was on a steep rocky hill side covered in scrubby bush and lantana so I had to get close before launching an arrow lest I hit my dog or lose $20 worth of arrow and broad head.
The 2nd time he bailed it, it gave Fred a shunt lifting him off the ground, and Fred kept at it.
I got within 15-20ft drew my bow and the bugger run off. If I still had Gemma I would've had that pig with my bayonet and not needed the bow.

So I've been given a 7 year old Neo Mastiff X ? (maybe Greyhound) bitch with experience.

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[mantra]

Been trying to get (with marbles from a sling-shot) this bastard, and then he did me a favour by catching himself - greed for dog biscuits

What's the problem with the magpie. Are you going to put it out of its misery? It looks like it has a broken wing.

[Neferti]

I'll start a new topic in Off Topic about Magpies, Mantra.