Great replication of feral goats.
They remind of a story about a mate of mine who was driving a new worker to a mine north of Kalgoorlie for his first job in the Goldfields.On the road up ahead they saw a dead nanny goat with a kid standing beside it.My mate always the jokester said to the newbie"Aww,it's mum has been hit by a car, tell you what ,I'll move the goat off the road while you catch the kid and we'll hand it in to the vet at the next town." The newbie (a kiwi I might add),keen to impress his new boss said "No worries mate !"and trotted off.(I might add two points of note here,firstly the kid(goat) was not that young,and secondly it was a stinking hot day.) Old mate had the youngster running around the desert for over half an hour,encouraging him along with comments like"keep running mate,you've nearly got him, we can't leave it out here to die etc etc". The mate couldn't help of course on account of a dodgy knee you know.
By the time they got to the mine the old lag was freshly pressed, the new guy was soaked with sweat,very ruffled,no fn goat and cursing every feral in the Murchison.
The newbie is an old hand now (still working underground) and still waiting for his chance to return the lesson..
They remind of a story about a mate of mine who was driving a new worker to a mine north of Kalgoorlie for his first job in the Goldfields.On the road up ahead they saw a dead nanny goat with a kid standing beside it.My mate always the jokester said to the newbie"Aww,it's mum has been hit by a car, tell you what ,I'll move the goat off the road while you catch the kid and we'll hand it in to the vet at the next town." The newbie (a kiwi I might add),keen to impress his new boss said "No worries mate !"and trotted off.(I might add two points of note here,firstly the kid(goat) was not that young,and secondly it was a stinking hot day.) Old mate had the youngster running around the desert for over half an hour,encouraging him along with comments like"keep running mate,you've nearly got him, we can't leave it out here to die etc etc". The mate couldn't help of course on account of a dodgy knee you know.
By the time they got to the mine the old lag was freshly pressed, the new guy was soaked with sweat,very ruffled,no fn goat and cursing every feral in the Murchison.
The newbie is an old hand now (still working underground) and still waiting for his chance to return the lesson..