As a follow-up to this Devil's were once plentiful and when bush walking were highly inquisitive.
A storey from my earlier years
An old scanned slide from my Pentax ME Super days.
Walls of Jerusalem, Tasmania
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My second daughter would accompany me on many trips to the highlands.
The Walls as they are affectionately known are a magnificent collection of mountains surrounding a smallish plain.
They were the days when wildlife was still prolific, and before the Tasmanian Devil tumour disease took hold.
You'd always protect your gear at night.
Tie your boots to the tent pole with the laces, weigh down food containers.
One night I woke to grunting and grabbed my boots disappearing out the tent. They had been tied to the poles.
Then went to sleep.
Next day greeted with this.
A Tasmanian Devil had pulled the pack outside and bitten through the side of the pack and the rest is evident.
The insurance paid for the repairs and the report was quite amusing.
I've still got that pack.
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