The swag, which kept me dry and warm, taken at CSI Rockhampton on the 2 day drive home. Note the 1982 Ptrn ruck.
Andrew's war wound, proving that along with snakes, LAVs to bite.
Local yabbies, who we supplimented our diet with. Boiled up, then fried with butter concentrate, and and garlic. At times we would eat 40-50 of these mini lobsters at a go, caught in our yabbie traps in various billabongs freshly filled from the rain.
The A2 at Camp Growl had a huge container full of these beasts.