well here it comes

[mowerman]

Yeah Paul, I was unable to open it either and Brocky. I think he’s probably asleep. Seems like he doesn’t come around till around five-ish.

[tjc transport]

I remember man from snowy river. Good movie. 

If I remember correctly kirk Douglas was the main charactor

[mrsmackpaul]

3 hours ago, Brocky said:

Paul, The movie you posted will not come up for me??? The Wikipedia for the Sundowner opened OK.. Was the movie "The Man From Snowy River" based on Slim Dusty's song with the same title??? or the other way around????

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.

[mrsmackpaul]

1 hour ago, tjc transport said:

I remember man from snowy river. Good movie. 

If I remember correctly kirk Douglas was the main charactor

He played two characters in the film and was one of the main actors, if not the main actor

 

Paul

[mrsmackpaul]

Sorry about the links not working, but worth watching if you can find them 

 

 

Anyway out of net wrap so hay making stopped in the wee small hours 

 

 

Paul

[mowerman]

That first one reminded me of thunder Road excellent movie Robert Mitchum with his son. Also some good looking iron in it. Thanks for that Paul.

[Freightrain]

I've taken out at least a dozen trees since I moved in 20 yrs ago.  I used to rake and load them in my pickup and haul to recycling.  Take 3-4 truck loads.  Packed right under my tarp.

I got real tired of that and the trees went away. Now I can just run the tractor around and mulch up what blows in from the neighbors.

[mowerman]

lol just about done with this go around I’m going to have to tidy up again one the remainder fall off 1 filled 18 bags when I was working we had a yard service come down and do it. It was like 700 bucks to clean up and trim the trees. I did it myself this time but it’s a little harder when you’re working full-time.

[mowerman]

All right, done for a while. I shut off the sprinklers and drain the lines and closed up the swamp cooler. I guess now summer is finally gone.

[Brocky]

Paul, Thank you for the words to Snowy River... I have heard Slim sing it many times but I did not know it was written by the same man who wrote Waltzing Matilda.. That was in about 1895???????

[Joey Mack]

I hijacked this thread sunday, said my wife blowws the nieghbors leaves back in thier yard, up against the tree..  Well here it is,,, she did this today,  as usuall.. notice our clean driveway..

https://photos.app.goo.gl/he7Z6oiF3dD2eqsCA

[fjh]

13 hours ago, Joey Mack said:

I hijacked this thread sunday, said my wife blowws the nieghbors leaves back in thier yard, up against the tree..  Well here it is,,, she did this today,  as usuall.. notice our clean driveway..

https://photos.app.goo.gl/he7Z6oiF3dD2eqsCA

 

Mighty fine ! You need to get more land so you don't have pissing matches with your neighbor! or just murder that tree and be done with it ! I got so many trees around I would have to set fire to 200 aces of park  to get the leaves gone! oops shouldn't be replying to this ! the thread is getting messed up! 😡

[mowerman]

Seems wherever you move there’s idiots on both sides

[mowerman]

Hey Joey, all I got was a picture of a car and a driveway. Nothing else.

[mowerman]

OK 25° out right now oh goody

[mowerman]

Is Joey it’s oh connected shit weather is here 25° this morning. Oh goody.

[Joey Mack]

Bob, the tree in the background is what i was posting.  My wife gave the leaves back to our neighbor..

[mowerman]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh ok i see it now,,,,thats how my lawn gets all of them neighbors huge tree but they are really good people plus theres a 6 ft picket fence in between the property's and we do enjoy the shade from them,,,especially the lawn protection,from burning up,in heavy heat  ,,bob

[mrsmackpaul]

On 10/30/2024 at 11:20 AM, Joey Mack said:

I hijacked this thread sunday, said my wife blowws the nieghbors leaves back in thier yard, up against the tree..  Well here it is,,, she did this today,  as usuall.. notice our clean driveway..

https://photos.app.goo.gl/he7Z6oiF3dD2eqsCA

This why it's so good out here, our trees don't drop their leaves 

At least our native trees don't

 

Paul

[mowerman]

Well, I’m gonna go try to mess around a little bit outside. Weather is already shitty. And getting worse.  Bob

[Brocky]

1 hour ago, mowerman said:

Well, I’m gonna go try to mess around a little bit outside. Weather is already shitty. And getting worse.  Bob

You are retired now!! Just sit in the kitchen and watch it out the window!!! It is sunny and in the 70's here and I am trying to work up the ambition enough to go into town to the grocery and drug store..

[mowerman]

haha,,,only been off for a month,,,and yes this is excellent,,,,,and thats the plan just watch TV and see whats happening a little later might mess around with the nose in a little while   or deal with this

[mowerman]

and brocky,,,as far as running around goes,,,,after a million years in these big rigs,,,,i dont really like to drive anywhere,,,,bob

[mowerman]

On 10/30/2024 at 6:53 AM, mowerman said:

Seems wherever you move there’s idiots on both sides

i just realized i hope you guys didnt think i was talkin about you,,,,,,,,i was talking about neighbors

[Brocky]

47 minutes ago, mowerman said:

and brocky,,,as far as running around goes,,,,after a million years in these big rigs,,,,i dont really like to drive anywhere,,,,bob

I am with you and Other Dog, After all interstates and tight time schedules, I run the back roads as much as possible.. We did a lot of traveling soon after we retired.. The big one was to the ATHS show in Yakima Wash. All back roads west of the Appalachian Mountains, with the exception of when the old US highway got on an Interstate for a few exits.. With a slight detour by way of Fairbanks Alaska!! 6 weeks and 15k miles on the ground not counting the ferry from Bellingham WA to Haines AK. We went to the first ATHS show in Reno and back roads from west of Nashville. Could not do the Rocky Mtn Natl Park as US 36 thru the park was still closed by snow on the first of June!!, But did US 50 all the way from Provo UT to Reno.