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| Busted We grew up in the bush miles from the nearest town. My olds weren't rich but we always had motorbikes to amuse ourselves. Us boys'd go bush on the bikes for a week at a time and run amok. One time, we met these 4WD tourists looking for a place called the "glow worm tunnels". They sat around our campfire for a while before asking for directions. Being helpful, friendly country folk, we gave 'em directions....to the old Cobb & Co road right up behind Mount Wilson - miles from anywhere! Laughing to ourselves the next morning, we packed up camp and thought no more about them until three days later when my old man's boss showed up at home needing Dad's help to search for some lost tourists. Their wives had reported them missing when they failed to return on time. Dad found them late that night only to be told of the "smart-arsed bastards on motorbikes" that gave them wrong directions. Dad knew it was us and gave us a huge flogging when he got back. The next day, he and his boss took us out to where they'd found the tourists and left us there to walk home. It took us 6 hours. |