Friday, March 25, 2011


* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

In Tottenham (a town in outback NSW Australia) my mate Rex and I, used to catch goannas and sent them to Sydney by train to Petersham.

The local barman at the Pub was an Irish backpacker called Patrick who had great interest in wildlife.

One day, he called at the station with a big slash in his arm that had just been stitched up (16 stitches).  He had tried to catch a huge goanna for us and it bit him and ran up a large dead tree.

He was keen to take us out to this tree about 14 miles out of town.

We got to this paddock and there was this 7 foot goanna up the top of the tree.

The farmer came past in his tractor and when told the situation he gave the tree a push with the tractor and down it came.  After a chase we managed to lassoo the goanna with our special rigid lassoo.

He measured just on 7 foot.
Pat got 10 shillings for his effort, Rex and I got 7/6.

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