Here is a couple of storys about not leaving ANYTHING behind…I call it…The things I left behind
One time at mining camp my girlfriend, my mate and I were getting rather thirsty from the blistering heat and getting motion sickness off the heat waves and mirage radiating of the baking rocks combined with constant moving and rushing white noise of the river we were drove to drink…I being chosen as the fittest to do the one and half hour return trip on foot to the closest pub received instructions to only look at the`top shelf…off I went with my important mission…looking back I could see my girl friend sitting by the fire with my mate…welllll at the pub the publicans underage children could not figure out the price of the JW red label and mum and dad were too busy partying with the MM out the back so I had a look at the invoice sheet and and told them the price…which was cost…gave them the money and legged it back to band camp…when I returned my “mate” and his/my girlfriend were still sitting where I left them two hours earlier being rather sheepish and quiet…all went to bed early except for me and the bottle of JW, got a bit surly on it with my self by the river…anyway… was later confessed to me that my so called mate gloats about this at parties how he sent me on a fools errand to complete his conquest. LOL
One other time I used to head up in the tussock hills with a very good lady friend of mine unknown to me I was being basically used by the property owner to give me access so he could have access to my friend, he once said to me how I nearly caught them at it in the tussocks and gave them a hell of a fright …I had no Idea this was going on for some time me being sent on fool errands to “dig there but not there as that is so and sos spot and not to dig there as I am saving that for a rainy day, you cant dig down from that point without me and you cant dig above where I am working as you dirty the water”, well she was my friend and being used too after their relationship fell apart I found I was basically being given the illusion of freedom to mine on private property when in reality I was being Jealousy guarded and controlled and decided freedom is found in ones own company and ones own terms and never leave anything you really love alone.
Well I guess that sums that up… you really cannot leave anything unattended on the gold fields.
P.S You sometimes can not leave your tent esp anywhere close to public access as it can either get driven over by Valiant and Holden’s from Gore on the Central Booze cruise or torn to shreds by stray hunting dogs eating the cans of baked beans to chewing them to shreds.
You certainly can not leave a six pack of diesel 7% cans stashed in Gabriel’s Gully for three months and expect them to still be there and your tent not moldy.