Today went all OK.
I had to pull one and so did he, all good.
I nicked named him Young Bull. You know the ones, 12 months experience, around 20 years old, full of testosterone and ego.
Bloody funny, I can see why the young ones are so thin now ... no planning, up down around, bar stuck, rope stuck, throw line stuck, brain stuck!
So I just waited for the right moment and reminded him ... YOUNG BULL.
Funny how they know it all, but until today he thought a big shot was all BS like electricians sending an apprentice down the stores for a left handed screw driver.
He goes, "why aint you climbing these?" Oh, coz I'm the kanga driver and loader and all this shit is going to fit. He goes. " I can drive those, piss easy".
So later he sneaked on the Kanga, grabbed a cocos head, popped a mono and spun a bit, it chucked him off and he was beat!
"YOUNG BULL" I goes.
Was a funny day that's for sure.