716km of long road into blue sky of the Australian bush from Sydney to Deniliquin
Stalking a wedge-tailed eagle late in the afternoon after a long day of around 8 hours driving
The wedge-tailed eagle was happy to let me take pictures as it dined on a dead kangaroo
An early start meant lots of wildlife was on the move.
Emus are very curious so I parked the car, got out, sat on the ground and started whistling. They all came closer to see what was going on. They only got spooked when a couple of roos noticed me
Hats…lots of hats
Australia. A ute with Aussie flags and adorned with stickers of various “colour”
B&S Ball ear tags are worn on hats as reminders of previous endeavours in other locations in the bush
The ferris wheel in the carnival area was a stark high structure against the very flat surrounds
Stickers – some cute, some…not so much!
There was a great deal of dust so this guy must have spent some cash!
An intake memorial
Does it get much more Australian?
Various aspects of the Ute Muster. The crowd, the camping, the tags and the country music
Australian national circle work championships
Loads of dust, noise and epic circles
Portrait of festival goer
Humour, smokes, tags and snags
The crowd enjoying the rodeo
The feet of one of the mad men. Not too sure who is crazier, the men who ride the bulls or the two bull fighters who put themselves in harms way to ensure the bulls don’t go after the fallen riders
This bull used a rider as traction as it launched!
Hold on son! 8 seconds is a looooonnggg time!
Wade the bull fighter got a little closer to this bull than he would have liked. He got air time Jordan would have been envious of
Not the best place to be…
A young bull in full four wheel drive
Leaving the back of a bull
A cowboy smile before he faces his ride
The view of the “Ute Paddock” This is the secondary element of the Ute Muster. A campground designated for utes only with no curfews, no noise restrictions and no room for the weak!
Utes! Loads of UTES!
A general overview of the “Ute Paddock” A goon bag hanging on a hills hoist, tents tied to utes, a random pair of slippers and a lost thong
Australia was well represented
A chef’s dream…
Lucky I can laugh when people bare their body parts at me when I’m taking pictures!
This guy needed a nap
Tailgate tunes and funky moves
These gentlemen from Tasmania seemed to be rather fond of breasts
This young lady would have been very popular with the previously mention gents from Tassie!
Catchy singlet slogan
The almost family friendly group shots. So many to edit out due to thier over-exposure, not mine!
Rum from a beer-bong, what could possibly go wrong?!!
A little “tired” late in the day!
Seems there are too many blokes so they may have missed a “W” in their sign writing?
The sun started setting…
Many of the festival goers were there for there for the events, atmosphere and country music. Here is Troy Casar-Daley doing what he does very well
But the other festival goers were there to party in the”Ute Paddock”..
…and party they sure did!
Dawn was pretty much the signal to rise and shine. By shine I mean get back on the drink!
Some slept in their utes…
…but most slept in swag strewn all over the camp grounds
The morning rub of the head and the thoughts of “what exaclty happened”
A sausage sanbo in your swag is a great way to great the
Dressing with the dawn light to warm you body and a VB to cool your throat
Wandering in the morning
A general view of a campsite starting to stir
Then back into more ute action for the barrel races
the second round of the Rodeo
some carnival amusement
The blue singlet world record attempt
And more music and events
Late in the day things got a little heated in the ute paddock and the police had to enforce some order.
This guy wasn’t happy and neither was his mate who rather un-eloquently told me he didnt think I should be taking pictures. I decided I might leave the area for a while!
After dark I was drawn back by the blue & red flashing lights mixed with low hanging dust/smoke, raging flames of the campfires and loud banging sounds
If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you put a highly flammable aerosol canister into a campfire, this sequence will answer that question for you!
The constant chants of Deni Deni Deni, Aussie Aussie Aussie or MORE FUEL MORE FUEL were disrupted all to often but a loud bang followed by a fireball then a huge cheer!
Another canister explodes. This time right in front of me
The way the numerous campfires progressed. Large crowd around very large fire with flammable item being thrown in/exploding, the police coming in to cordon off the fire and allow the firemen in leading to much booing and hand waving, then the firemen dousing the blaze much to disappointment of the crowd. This was then followed by the shout “NEW FIRE” and everyone heading on to the next fire and the following playing out in a different location.
I had an early start in the morning from Holbrook after I left the 2014 Deniliquin Ute Muster with the fires raging driving a few hours towards home.
After a round trip of 1617km I made it home at lunch time. Just enough time to eat, shower and head out for NRL Grand Final…
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