Great work.
Had an old Drover/Gallipoli vet who's horses i used to work, back in my late teens.
He told me of an old railway station, since long gone, that is up my way.
Used to be just down the end of his street and a short ride north.
Guessing ill be heading out for a swing, after seeing this.
He boarded a train from that station, back in the day, and returned with shrapnel taken from his butt cheeks!
The stories he used to tell were worth their weight in gold, had a tough life, but was certainly made of the right stuff.
I recall he was actually bitten by a Tiger snake in his vege patch in his late 70's.
His home brew was so bloody potent, the docs told him it saved his life. Used to knock the socks off my old man lol.
Apparently, he told his daughter he just felt a bit off, though his foot was quite the sight! She took him to hospital (This being a couple of days after it happened), when she recognised the bite marks during that visit.
I remember him bringing out the "bastard" not long after that, when i was up there to work the horses again.
He'd found him in his pumpkins, and got him with the shovel. Was an impressive vege garden, always worked in his thongs of course!
Poor bugger watched his Son pass unfortunately, whilst training a young horse to Sulky, on his own property.
Top old bloke, tough as nails, but imparted a lot of wisdom and knowledge regarding local history, horses and riding, droving etc, in return for working them for him.
Bob Watson, Drover, Gallipoli vet and all round top bloke, may he rest in peace.