CROCODILE HUNTING IN THE DISTANT PAST. And more recently, too!
Two hunters posing with a dead crocodile near Rockhampton, Queensland, ca. 1872
The man on the right is J. W. Wilson. The crocodile was shot at Alligator Creek on the Fitzroy River at Rockhampton and was 22 feet 6 inches long and had a girth of 10 feet.
Published: John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland, ca. 1872
Original format: copy print : b&w
Part Of: Item is held by John Oxley Library, State Library of Queensland
Crocodiles and crocodile hunting – North Queensland, ca. 1872
Like a lot of my friends I, too, was a hunter.
It was a time when hunting was popular, especially in the N.T, It was not unpopular except with the lunatic fringe. Times have changed, but in the day, I hunted.
Ducks and Dingoes. And Geese, big fat Magpie Geese.
Foxes and Pheasants.
Buffalo and Feral Cattle.
Feral Deer.
Rabbits.
Feral Goats.
Crocodiles.
Feral Boars.
Stingrays and Sharks
Fish, crabs, crayfish, and Macrobrachium rosenbergi.
I likely left out something but heck, who cares.
Crocodile Hunting in the land of boyish dreams.
READ ABOUT HUNTING ON LITCHFIELD STATION.
AUTHOR EFFORTS 1979,
LINK TO HUNTING LITCHFIELD STYLE.
Crocodile hunting–Queensland–Rockhampton region
Rockhampton District, Queensland (Place)
Crocodile hunting and the sight of the big fellow.
When I was just a boy, living in Darwin close to Rapid Creek, I was able to see crocs quite often. More likely, they would disappear in fright. Imagine being afraid of a 15 year old boy?
But you would see those eyes, red at night, like a slowly moving stop light. We would swim across the creek at high tide, torch in one hand, and a heart beating a bit faster than normal. Naturally, at that time we thought we were invincible and even more so immortal. How the years tell!
Crocodile Hunting at Buffalo Creek – Croc killed by others.
Earlier, out at Buffalo Creek I first met Harold and Norman Harmer. They both became my very good friends.
My eyes took in the scene. First the dead croc – about 3 metres and killed that morning just before we got there. We were going crabbing for mud crab. There! On the bank, a huge crocodile. Splashing sounds in the water attracted my attention. Two boys were swimming and splashing.
I thought, “What mad fools!” Little did I know that I would soon join the Mad Fools Club and hunt barefoot in deep, green water up to my armpits. Welcome to Black Jungle Swaps and thank you Harold R.I.P.