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No Brock, Banjo Patterson was a poet and wrote the poem that started the movie and so on Banjo wrote, Waltzing Matilda, Clancy of the over flow and many more They were really well known poems when I was a kid and we learnt them off by heart as kids in school Back when were proud of our country and our history It's a lengthy read "The Man From Snowy River" There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stockhorse snuffs the battle with delight. There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up - He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins; For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand, He learnt to ride while droving on the plains. And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast, He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony - three parts thoroughbred at least - And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die - There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long a tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you." So he waited sad and wistful - only Clancy stood his friend - "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred. "He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough. And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between; I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen." So he went - they found the horses by the big mimosa clump - They raced away towards the mountain's brow, And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump, No use to try for fancy riding now. And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right. Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, If once they gain the shelter of those hills." So Clancy rode to wheel them - he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place, And he raced his stockhorse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, And off into the mountain scrub they flew. Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread, And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide; And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, No man can hold them down the other side." When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull, It well might make the boldest hold their breath, The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, He cleared the fallen timber in his stride, And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat - It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. Through the stringybarks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, Down the hillside at a racing pace he went; And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound, At the bottom of that terrible descent. He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill, And the watchers on the mountain standing mute, Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still, As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet, With the man from Snowy River at their heels. And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, And alone and unassisted brought them back. But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, For never yet was mountain horse a cur. And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around The Overflow the reed beds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The man from Snowy River is a household word today, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride. The Bulletin, 26 April 1890.

Classic Australian westerns are American ones Gun Smoke, Bonanza, Raw Hide, Rifle man etc All really good stuff, Dad liked them all and always said Gun Smoke Guuuun Smooooooke Princess and I both enjoy old westerns "The Overlanders" "The Sundowners" https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sundowners_(1960_film) "The Man From Snowy River" The man from snowy river was the first movie I ever saw in a picture theater I took Mum and the Princess to 40 years since released viewing were The Melbourne Symphony Orchestra provided all the sound live It was spectacular, I doubt I'll ever forget it Out punching out more rolls this morning until I was needed elsewhere Slept in a tad due to Miss Molly the border collie having a restless night Back at it in the wee hours 3.00 am kick off once the hay toughens up Paul

It sure does, I'm a lot closer to the end than the beginning Paul

That's a good sized exhaust Paul

IH 886 Had it for many decades now, the Australian ones have the Neuss motor, Neuss was a IH factory in Germany Paul

Up to around 650 acres and these bare 5x4 rounds Paul

Yep, I do wonder just how smart I am, I get terrible hay fever yet keep on going back for more Paul

Well we are heading the other way, warming up now Hay fever with spring in the air and hay making About 12 months ago I put split system ducted heating cooling in the house, taking the weather boards off and filling the walls up with insulation Re attached all the plaster (dry wall) to the ceiling and put heaps of insulation up there as well Also had to rewire most of the house and put a new switchboard in, lucky I'm a electrician by trade And was out rolling up hay this morning No dew last night so waited till 6.00 am and did a few hours, will kick off at 3.00 am tomorrow morning when it toughens up a bit Paul

There yah go, we have no cars getting made in Australia now 😪 which really cheeses me off Apparently the country doesn't have a big enough population to warrant it, seemed to when it was 1/3rd as many people Never know, we might get the Impala here, Ford sells the Mustang now the Falcon is gone Paul

Side kick won't be to impressed about this going to school business after 3 weeks of action Still reckon that is the coolest hat I have seen in a long time Glad things are slowly getting back on track Paul

Exact spec isn't important, checking them a few times after mounting is far more important Don't get wound up with the details, but rather the correct method It is only in very recent years that anyone used a tension wrench on wheel nuts And the tension isn't set in stone, some spiders have 5/8 studs, sone 3/4, some high tensile The spacers will get crushed if you go to tight, then your welding a length of 3/8 rod around the spacer so you can keep the rims tight Common sense will get you a lot further than a spec sheet Paul

Certainly got the full use out of those donuts I do read about people whacking the wedges with a hammer before taking the nut right off I have never had one fly off, only need to get a couple of wedges loose then rock the wheel a little and the other wedges just drop off Anyway, I do end up hot and bothered changing them, always have Paul

A few things to check before pulling it all apart Are tyres all the same size, not just the same number, get a tape and measure them On Mack bogies this is important as the power divider isnt a true power divider If the tyres are different in sizes you can here the tyres chirp when running empty Paul

Bloody piss poor excuse ha ha Must of been good and full of distractions As long as you had fun Paul

Looks like the mount has been broken for a long time, by the colour of the broken mount Paul

Bugger me, that's a lotta grinding Paul

Not unless it is really screwed and bits are everywhere But if it's that bad you wouldn't be able to drive it I just read Joey's reply, exactly as Joey said Joey knows more about these than me, but common sense will get you 99% of the way Paul

Very classy ride Paul

It was a much better world when people just did what they were meant to do Or at least in my mind it was Was only telling some yesterday how excited my sister was when we got a colour T.V. We sure lived a good and simple life once Coonskin hat is cool, only ever saw them on T.V. in Australia due to the distinct lack of raccoons Didn't stop me dreaming of waking one Christmas morning and finding one under the tree Paul

Well when you get done with that, do as Joey suggests Yank it out, plonk it on it's bell housing and lift the sections off It will be pretty obvious if something is wrong And no I have never worked on one, bit gears are gears, it will be obvious if something is wrong Paul

This is a problem that you wont have out here, Australian trees dont loose their leaves in Autumn or fall as you blokes call it Only imported stuff from the northern hemisphere Paul

I dunno knothing about these modern Mack boxes However, on a older Maxitorque box I would say something has got in behind the sliding dog Has any covers been off the box and silasticed the lid on This can force the silastic inside the box It then drops off and the transmission and the transmission pump picks it up pumps it into the sliding dog Due to shape of the gears it gets stuck there and prevents the dog sliding all the way in Simple to fix, pull box out, stand on bell housing, lift apart, pull shafts amd gears out, clean crap out, put back together with proper gaskets and no sticky crap Just takes a lor of time Is this possible on these modern Syncro range changes Paul

That's my standard plan for everything in life, start off with the worst job and then my day just gets better Paul

Sounds like a great time was had Paul

This MP8 has some pretty impressive figures, and on Road Train work as well, so it's gunna be on full noise most of it's life I reckon the E7 gets up around these figures, and I have never heard a bad word about the E7 Paul