So first thing he does is ring the police, puts it on speaker phone and proceeds to tell the 000 police woman about it, she thinks it is a crank call, and he asked me to explain it to her, but she did not believe me as well, so I asked to be put thru to the Inverell Police station, this she would not do and told us never to ring back again with this sort of **** and bull story and hung up, it wasn't a lie it was true.
So I ended up ringing my wife to come and pick me up, all the while my friend is watching through his scope, and they are still there, but are hollering now, so they were angry at me for some reason, I didn't know why then, and still don't know why now?
After my wife picked me up and we left, my friend said they left, but headed south in the direction we were heading back home. When we got home, I rang him and he said, they are heading in your direction, he said at the pace they are moving, they wont be far behind you. This had me really scared, my wife still didn't believe me, but got worried when I cracked the safe, brought out a box of 50 x 30/30 solid's rounds, the 30/30 itself, all the solids I had for the .410, and the semi auto . 22 with box of hollow points. I thought this was going to be a war. Nothing happened until nightfall, how the stuff did they find us amongst all the people in Bundarra, but they did. We did live on the northern part of Bundy, right on the edge of the bush. We were locked inside, I even brought the 4 chooks in and put them into our small laundry.
We had all the lights turned out inside, but all the flood lights on outside, the darkened blinds drawn, with just nightlights on, the wood fire going in the stove, my wife went to sleep, I was wide awake, then 2am approx, the rocks, sticks and stones started hitting the roof, not lightly, it was a barrage. It was bloody loud, woke my wife, she thought it was people except it these things were howling and grunting, she knew that wasn't human. They did it all night, but by 5 am they were gone. I contacted my farmer friend and I said, I think they have left, and maybe on their way back up your way, he got ready, but did not see them at all.
We stayed inside all day except to get some feed for the chooks and a lot more firewood. The yowies came back exactly at the same time as the previous night approx. 2am again, and did the same thing. I think they wanted to kill me and Milo, maybe even eat us. My wife left the next day and went to Armidale and stayed with a friend, but they didn't come back the next night, we had seven broken windows and 3 broken solar panels. Have not been back camping up there for over 2 years nor have I camped locally as well.
Epilogue: I rang the elders son, whom told me once they get your scent, they have it for life, he said it must have to do with you disturbing it whilst it was licking the bbq at the campground, that was the only thing he could think of, as well as these ones are cannibals, all the southern ones south of Lamington are cannibals, the northern ones are not nearly as aggressive, predominately eat grasses and seeds, and mostly very small animals like lizards, frogs, insects, and maybe small marsupials, he said these ones you are dealing with they eat people, I really didn't believe him, but looked it up, and that is pretty much true.
Whether you members of GN believe me or not, I don't care, especially about them eating people, but it was known back before white man came, hence why you hardly ever see the local indigenous in the area out and about camping in the bush, moreso, winter then summer.
I hope you enjoyed this story, IT IS A TRUE STORY, and I apologise that it wasm't forthcoming soon after the last one. And yes I now have severe PTSD from it, but cannot get help for it because no one believes me.
