Warning Beach Closed Croc Sighting

On the very outer edge of the beach at low tide, we hovered around the big yellow signs exclaiming a crocodile sighting
‘Beach Closed Warning Crocodile’
I was taking pictures of this unusual message when a moustachioed Humpty Dumpty, donning a leopard skin water bottle and shin holster with the countenance of a man who worried about nothing pulled along side our Cheeky van to say that we should probably not be on the beach if there are crocs around. We were just about to get back into the van when he pulled out his knife and slowly slipped it into his shin sheath with purpose.
What you been doing then? Been stealing my oysters? he said.
No no. We were just taking pictures of the sign, trying to catch a glimpse of the croc.
You shouldn’t be on the beach if there are crocs around. He said. They have some speed on them and they come at you before you even know they’re there.
Oh, yeh. Right. So what are you doing then?
I’m off to get my oysters, the croc was caught this afternoon, didn’t you hear on the radio?
Oh, well do you mind if we watch you? I’ve never seen anyone collecting oysters.
Go for your life. He said as he strutted along the beach, leopard skin water bottle swinging over his shoulder, belly making shade over his feet from the sun .


First showing us how to collect oysters from exposed rocks on the beach we then waded waist deep into the water and it was Phils turn to have a go. Finding it tricky at first he soon got them open and was necking oysters as if there was no tomorrow. The first ten possibly making him a little horny the next ten eaten out of politeness to the man brandishing the knife certainly made him feel queasy.



Whilst gulping down oysters himself he regaled us with stories of all the dangers present when around Australian animals, and continued with stories of near fatalities pointing to the corresponding scars on his skull.

Before waddling off into the distance he divulged the fact that inspite of having no black fella in him his skull was 45% thicker than your average fella’s cranium.

Talking to locals later that day we learned that the croc was still at large and in bed that night wondered if he genuinely believed it had been caught or just fancied doubling his chances of survival whilst scavaging for his favourite seafood.



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