STONE AGE STOCKMEN by Robert A Fyfe

WWII had been over for just twenty years. Baby Boomers were being born. It was only a year or two after Australia adopted decimal currency. A war was raging in Vietnam, but it didn't really affect us much.

Seatbelts and bicycle helmets were not yet compulsory, there was no such thing as speed cameras, tasers or breathalysers, and it was fun to ride in the back of the ute with the wind in our hair. there was no colour TV, and the internet was considered science fiction. We had steam trains, and jack Brabbham was racing open wheelers.

It was only the 1960s, but a lot has happened since.

Let me take you out into the bush, into my history, where I was mustering cattle by day, working alongside men who I consider to be the best stockman in the world, sleeping under the stars.

I was interacting with Aboriginal people on their own native lands, on what was a working cattle station. The Aboriginal people did not gauge a man on what assets he had, but his hunting skills.

I developed a lot of respect for these people and their culture in my time working on Mornington Island.