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Stan The Pot Man
Stan was a travelling Pot Man, he went from Homestead to Town, selling his wares, he mainly had Pots and Pans, but did have other kitchen utensils as well.
I first met, Stan in Kalgoorlie. He was stocking up on supplies, getting ready for another trip in the bush.
I was in the pub, having a brew with a mate, we were discussing a job that was being offered deep in the outback. It would last for about 8 weeks, the pay was good, so we thought. Yeah why not.
All of a sudden a stranger walked into the bar at his heels was a Dingo dog, The barman said out loud. “get that thing outa here, we don't serve Dingo's. The stranger, said nothing but strolled up to the bar. Then leaning across the counter, , and saying “less of the cheek and asked for a drink”.
I think the barman must have been a cocky sod, cause he just lunged under the counter and grabbed a baseball bat, Stan flung open his coat, his hands clenched a fry pan and an egg whisk. The look on the barmans face was one of amazement, but that didn't last long, within 12 seconds he was on the floor, having been right socked with the fry pan. We all cheered, it was one thing to watch a fight, but another to see a big man fall so quick, and with style.
Stan joined us and told us of his travels, I again took out my pad and paper and made notes. We stayed there for hours, by the time we left, I think the barman had woken up.
The next day, Bluey and I were walking out of town, thumbing a ride. Stan pulled up and offered us a lift, we thanked him and off we went.
On this trip, Stan told us of his past, he had been brought up in Melbourne, his father had been a Pot Man, as had his grandfather before. He knew he would follow in his families trade, but as he said, he loved the Outback, its people and its ways.
Stan taught me a lot about the way of the bush dogs, the Dingo's. He had found one, a puppy, and had cared for him, now the thing went with him everywhere. But at nights, this Dingo, goes off into the bush to seek out his kind.
Late at night Dingo's will growl into the wind. they never bark.
We parted ways about 2 hours later, he had some homesteaders to visit up north, we needed to go east for about 10 miles, to meet someone to get a lift to our next job. Goodbyes were said, I knew I would see Stan again I didn't realise that it would be so quick.
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