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If memory serves me correctly, it was whilst on my third crocodile hunt down the Roper River in the Northern Territory where I first met Justin. They were wild times that called for wild men. We were needed an extra man to go hunting a huge rogue male croc that had been menacing a local fig farm, famous for its fig jam (just ask me) We placed an advertisement in the NT News that read “Men Wanted - croc hunting adventure, low pay, high risk, death almost certain, must bring own bicycle.” Justin happened to be in Darwin at the time and applied, we knew he was the man for the job when he arrived for the interview dressed as Marlene Deitrich.
After two days on the Roper we finally discovered the croc trap had been sprung and it contained a massive and very angry 5 metre crocodile!! Justin single-handedly winched the trap ashore and unleashed the great beast. All hands then leapt on the back of the thrashing animal trying to subdue it, but it’s head broke free of Justin’s grip.
“What do I do now?” Justin yelled at the boss man.
“Anything,” he replied, “just make it snappy ok?!!!!”
(Crocodiles, snappy, geddit?
Happy birthday Justin!
