A story about kangaroo chalk bags...hit a roo in the trusty valiant on the way to Moonarie one night, threw it in the boot (slamming it a couple of times to make sure it really was dead), got to camp, strung it up, skun and gutted it, and ate fresh roo all weekend. But to the point of the story...my mate decided that the pouch (don't worry animal lovers, it was empty!) would make a cool chalkbag...until he stuck his hand in it and it was all gloopy...this guy has a pretty hardened stomach, but even this made him queasy... |