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Category: Potential Death or Serious Injury: True Stories
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On another visit to the National park, daytime this time, we were rowing a boat around the river. You often found ropes tied to trees all along these rivers. It was great fun to climb up to them and swing into the water. We found one such rope, so we tied our boat to a…
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Walking down to Tempe reserve to participate in another night of underage drinking beer and sharing stories with our mates; Wayne and I had just withdrawn our share of the beer money from the service station on the Princes Highway. We were standing on the median waiting for a part in the traffic. Our timing…
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This one is another story from the same National Park visit I wrote about earlier; apparently we hadn’t been dare-devil enough and needed to put our lives into further jeopardy. Pitch black; and Corey, Jonno and I head off on a bushwalk to God only knows where. We found a path and we just followed…
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Kevin’s bucks night; plenty of alcohol and pot had been consumed. At some point in proceedings it was decided that Kevin would be tied to the clothes line and spray painted. After this he was tied to the headboard of a flatbed truck and taken for a joyride. The rest of us jumped on the…
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Ah the bravado of youth; gung ho antics that border on a death wish. As we were driving through the National park on our way to Bundeena, where we were planning to camp the night, there were many sick of living antics to partake in or observe. A bong was liberally being passed around and…
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I do not know where the motor bike came from, but I do know that nobody owned it; thus the severe hammering it was receiving that afternoon up in Tempe tip. By the time I got there the boys had worked out a makeshift race track on which they were competing for the fastest time.…
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One evening after consuming a large amount of beers down at Jonno’s house, we decided to take the festivities up onto the roof. John, Mick and I took a couple of beers each and climbed up the flimsy ladder at the back of the house onto the slated roof. I don’t know how long we…
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I do not know how my mates obtained the Go-kart, but it was there and nobody seemed to own it. My mates had hauled it up the steep dirt hill into the local tip and were taking turns joyriding. Since nobody actually owned it the guys were not bothering too much about being gentle with…
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