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The Flying Stockman

by Rebecca Lauder (Australia)

Australia

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The Flying Stockman - Each morning he eagerly awaits for the first crack of sunlight giving him permission to takeoff. As he ferries his chopper through the crisp morning air he watches from above the bush slowly come alive.
The Flying Stockman - Each morning he eagerly awaits for the first crack of sunlight giving him permission to takeoff. As he ferries his chopper through the crisp morning air he watches from above the bush slowly come alive.
The Flying Stockman - The moment he arrives, he carefully scours the paddock for cattle, planning the morning. Welcomed by the chatter and banter over the radio from the ground team (often a mix of horses, bikes & utes), they chart a course for the stockyard taking advantage of fences and laneways
The Flying Stockman - The moment he arrives, he carefully scours the paddock for cattle, planning the morning. Welcomed by the chatter and banter over the radio from the ground team (often a mix of horses, bikes & utes), they chart a course for the stockyard taking advantage of fences and laneways
The Flying Stockman - Excitement blasts over the radio, the ground team have come across Micky Bulls (Bulls that have evaded musters and yards their whole life). They are short on hobble belts to secure the bulls, so he lands and jumps to help with ropes he has tucked away under his chopper seat.
The Flying Stockman - Excitement blasts over the radio, the ground team have come across Micky Bulls (Bulls that have evaded musters and yards their whole life). They are short on hobble belts to secure the bulls, so he lands and jumps to help with ropes he has tucked away under his chopper seat.
The Flying Stockman - After enjoying his usual smoko, a cup of tea & slice of fruitcake under a tree, it’s time to fly off to the next job. He looks down one last time at the yards filled with cattle, happy with a job well done, he throws out a wave and banks his chopper towards the next property.
The Flying Stockman - After enjoying his usual smoko, a cup of tea & slice of fruitcake under a tree, it’s time to fly off to the next job. He looks down one last time at the yards filled with cattle, happy with a job well done, he throws out a wave and banks his chopper towards the next property.
The Flying Stockman - Done and dusted, the slap of his blades echo across his paddock as he lands, to the excitement of his kids. With the sun setting and radio silent the chopper slowly winds down. He removes his helmet, lets out a big sigh, turns and says “It doesn’t get much better than that aye”
The Flying Stockman - Done and dusted, the slap of his blades echo across his paddock as he lands, to the excitement of his kids. With the sun setting and radio silent the chopper slowly winds down. He removes his helmet, lets out a big sigh, turns and says “It doesn’t get much better than that aye”

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