I AM HIM.
- Jul 31, 2005
G'day David, thanks for the greetings, there's a bit of a tale or two to this photo. I was out near a place called Broken Hill, on Lake Mungo, which is part of the Willandra Lakes Region, which 50 - 60,000 years ago was a series of fresh water lakes, with some of the earliest known human occupation in Australia. We have skeletal evidence of humanity that had significant burial practices and rituals, with their skeletal remains being of the Gracile type, as well as the Robust Type out there. A phenomenal and humbling experience, if your into that sort of thing, with evidence strewn around of early humanities stone industry, along with some of Australias mega fauna. A stunning place to visit (not in Summer though) if your on your way down here to visit the Antipodies, 4 star accomodation and don't forget your camera.
Anyway, The imprints either side of the cats paw marks (no claw marks and the lens cap is 58 cm -2 1/4") are a Kangaroos paw prints that the cat was chasing at the time (not a tail and top right of the photo is my foot print, size9) and they were both going flat chat.
I showed the photo to a couple of Rangers (both Koorie Fellas) and they looked at it for about 5 seconds without saying anything, then looked at each other and both said...S*&t!! at the same time. I reckon that they knew it wasn't a dingo or wild dog. They asked me where the whereabouts it was, so I told 'em and then asked them what were they going to do, thinking that they'd put down some baits and sort it out that way, "no mate, we'll get some road kill and our .243's, take some tucker and water, and wait. Unfortunately we'd already spent a week out there so we never found out what happened....
As you know, we don't have large Native cats here (officially), but every third or fourth country person has a tale about "That time I saw this cat, and I s*&t you not, it was bigger than a dishlicker (greyhound)".
I've had one experience as a 14 year old where I was out rabbiting, about an hour before sunset, and thought I saw my Dad's Labrador skulking up a gully, but It's tail was held out horizontally to the ground like a fox, and that tail was as long as it's body. Anyway, I looked through the scope and noticed that it was the oddest looking dog I'd ever seen, thick front legs and a short muzzle. I only had a .22 at the time, and Mrs Mungoman didn't raise stupid kids, so I just watched it climb up the gully to the scrub where it disappeared.
Every now and again we'd here strange sounds that weren't foxes screaming or koalas for that matter and now I look back and think on, I reckon it might have been that gully cat I saw.
I can see what you mean about my so-called 'tail-marks' now, it wasn't obvious at first viewing. That is a big print. What colour was you Dad's Labrador, black or yellow? I'm assuming the cat you mistook it for was a similar shade.