Rain at last
WE had a bit of a political storm in Moulamein. Plenty of promises, plenty of noise, plenty of wind with bugger all result. I measured about 13mls.
There were higher falls in town but I think they just have long legged dogs. Anywhere south east or west seemed to do better. Thirty or so mls seemed to be the average.
North of town missed out with under 10 mls being the average. I had a neighbour ring up from Deni to see how we got on. They had more than 30ml he said. I started to quote the Bible.
Remember that story about Moses who parted the sea. Well, I think he now lives in Moulamein as he now parts the rain clouds as they come over us.
The people that you meet
I WAS driving the tractor on Saturday and got a call off an old mate in town. It was late afternoon and some random needed fuel to get home. Had stopped for a beer in Swan Hill and thought he would look after a little town like ours and fill up in here. No fuel in Moulamein after 2pm on a weekend. Just remember that for future reference.
My old mate told me he was driving a Hilux and needed unleaded. I thought that’s good. I was dirty and greasy and smelt like chemicals. This feller came to pick me up from the tractor in a brand-new Chev ute. He did ask if I minded if he put a towel on the seat as he was a fussy bastard. Go for it. Made me feel better about sitting on his leather seats covered in grime.
He had just been to pick up his new Harley motor bike, and what a bike it was. We got talking while we were refuelling his truck.
What’s it going to cost me, he asked. Two bucks a litre, 40 litres, $80 I told him. Could have charged him anything and he would have had to pay it.
He asked if there were many pigs around here. Enough I told him but I can’t go hunting because the police are still looking after my gun licence for seven more years of so.
He couldn’t get a gun licence either he told me. Trouble with a woman, I asked him. No, I am a member of the Bandido bikie group. An outlaw group.
Aren’t they the bad bastards I asked innocently. Nope he assured me. Bikes are my passion. That’s why I am in that group with a heap of great mates.
He was a lovely young feller with a partner and a seven-month-old son back at home.
I had a heap more questions that I would have loved to ask him but he was in a hurry to get home to his family and I just wanted to finish the paddock I was in. I said as he was leaving, if I ever have a run in with the Bandidos I will be looking into the crowd for a friendly face. Just remember an old fat feller named China.
After he left, I googled the gang. They are worldwide and are in the top six with the Hells Angels and the rest doing what they do. He may have been having an ego trip. But I was glad I didn’t rip him off with the petrol just in case he is one of them. He is saved into my phone as a Bandido member. You never know when you need to dial a number like that.
After he left, I thought it was pretty convenient that he was a concreter by trade. Good way to hide the bodies I probably would have said for a joke. I would have found out if outlaw motor bike members have a sense of humour or they give you cement boots.
River Levels.
OUR Edward has levelled off at around 1.5 meters and just more than 1300 megs a day.
There was a bit of a flush below Stevens Weir and it got to over 2000 megs after a sprinkle of rain in the district and the demand for water dropped for a few days. The Edward is still dropping below Stevens Weir but is still running at more than 1700 megs a day. The rise should get to us about on the weekend or just before.
If you were ever going to go fishing this would be the weekend to do it.
