Here's a few more, taken by myself, some in different locations, but all to the north of the desert country.



Catching Buff for a zoo somewhere on the continent.
That's a younger me bent over on the back of the LC. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />







If you look into the distance you can see one of the young fellas tailing a young Buff, neither of these boys had boots on. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> He would have jumped out of the LC and grabbed it by the tail and would have been in the process of throwing it, and using a bull strap kept it there until we got back to him. All of these Buffalo we were catching were youngsters.





Couple more in a different area.





This last pic was taken from horseback, we were out in what was called bush paddock looking for mobs of cattle. Bush paddock was 800 square miles.
I was taking this pic just as the bull on the left started to charge. I was on a good cattle horse so wasn't in any great danger.

I didn't get to take many pictures on this station as my camera died shortly after from dust inhalation. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" /> It seems carrying it in a saddle bag wasn't in it's design criteria.

Incidentally, this station had some of the best cattle horses that I have ever ridden. When I put in my notice to come back down south, as I had received a letter that my father was dying of cancer. I asked if I could buy two horses that had been in my care, both baldy chestnuts, (sorrel) I was told that if I didn't want anyone else to ride them, take them away from the head-station somewhere and shoot them, but I was unable to buy them as it was company policy not to sell horses under any circumstances. Of course I turned them out. They were both five year old geldings.



Cheers, Ian.