A long vanished world comes to life through the reminiscences of a former long-distance drover.
Peter Moore left the city behind in 1952 to become part of a dying breed - a long-distance drover. In My Droving Days we follow his progress through the 1950s as he rubs shoulders with the larger-than-life characters - and their dogs and horses - who trekked along the outback stock routes of western Queensland and New South Wales.
Meet the world's worst cattle dog and the station hand, Charlie, who blows an outside toilet (and its contents) sky high; thrill to the high drama of a night stampede; catch a poddy dodger in the act; get caught by a beast's horns; take on a brown snake while collecting wild duck eggs or shoot a few roos to feed the twenty-seven dogs on the team.
My Droving Days captures the real taste of the outback and the vanishing world of the overlanders, bulldust and all.
Peter Moore left the city behind in 1952 to become part of a dying breed - a long-distance drover. In My Droving Days we follow his progress through the 1950s as he rubs shoulders with the larger-than-life characters - and their dogs and horses - who trekked along the outback stock routes of western Queensland and New South Wales.
Meet the world's worst cattle dog and the station hand, Charlie, who blows an outside toilet (and its contents) sky high; thrill to the high drama of a night stampede; catch a poddy dodger in the act; get caught by a beast's horns; take on a brown snake while collecting wild duck eggs or shoot a few roos to feed the twenty-seven dogs on the team.
My Droving Days captures the real taste of the outback and the vanishing world of the overlanders, bulldust and all.
