Plight of Somerton kangaroos captured on flim

kangaroos ~ I remember when I was about 6 ~ now 57 ~ my dad and another left me in a slab hut whilst they mustered stock for the day ~ Shorthorns half way between Moree and Boggabilla ~ I remember the Roos they drove back for me to see during the mid afternoon ~ one mob, hundred's of them ~ mostly blues and reds ~ I remember the horizon mirage illusion amongst the dust ~ like heat waves over the plains ~ as they approached only a few willga and other sparce scrub scattered around ~ Roos flat out ~ I mean as fast as they go, a few emus too. Do any of you know the panic state a distressed Roo shows and the on guard hop mode they get in? Dad and Neville ~ Neville with his stock whip ~ up and down, I know now, the climax, the smile on my Dads face was getting the Roos together for me only ~ I was in the slab hut by myself, they did it for me. There's more ~ about the shearers stretcher I was left alone to sleep in ~ Well I remember them drinking out side with only the light of a fire ~ I knew gidgie ~ how do you spell it ~ sandle wood, oak, willga and I once new their smell ~ that is what I remember ~ and much much more. I remember. Years later I remember shooting Roos ~ many ~ today I am so sorry for them ~ where are they now ~ and mostly only little ones ~ flighty the shooters say ~ I feel sorry for them. I say. I do not believe the ABS ~ I do not believe the Cull is sustainable ~ I do believe we ~ you and me and our families need to let the law makers know ~ we want our wild life to survive the next ~ say 50 years ~ because I am sure if we are not silly enough to let our beautiful creatures die during say the next 50 years then our off spring ~ our children will be smart enough to look after the mob forever ~ Kangaroos like all creatures are unique and beautiful ~ trevor thompson ~I remember much much more than this.