Crocodile Dundee Page #2

I asked one of the tribal

elders one day when I was born.

And he said, "In the summertime."

And is there a

Mrs. Crocodile Dundee?

I was sort of married once.

- Nice girl. Good cook. Big...

- Mick!

Anyway, I went off on walkabout.

When I came back, she'd gone.

A walkabout?

That's an Aboriginal habit.

It means to, uh, wander around

and discover new places.

How long were you gone?

Couple months.

Try 18.

And she didn't wait?

Strange girl.

Yeah.

Out of the way, dopey!

Jesus...

That was amazing.

Mind over matter.

Old bushman's trick.

All right, Miss. All ashore.

Now, I'm going to leave you

in Mick's capable hands,

and I'll meet you at the Echo

Billabong on Wednesday.

2:
20. We better get started.

2:
20.

Yeah. Yes. That's the way

that we do it in the bush.

Uh, don't you worry, Miss.

He's the best bushman

in the territory.

Best pupil I ever had.

You ready, lady?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Right, well, uh, till Wednesday.

- Cheerio.

- Wednesday.

- What's today, Wal?

- Monday.

Doesn't know.

Doesn't care.

Lucky bastard.

- You okay, lady?

- Oh, I'm fine.

It's only about another

hour to the river,

but you being a sheila,

it'll probably take two.

Well, I'll just do the best I can.

Yeah.

The water was running 20 foot up

the bank during the wet season.

Here's what's left of me boat.

Now you can see where

he sunk his teeth in.

My God.

How big was it?

Uh, 16, 18 foot, maybe.

And you were out here

hunting crocodiles in that?

Nah, that's illegal.

I was just fishing.

How did you get away?

Uh, see, crocs don't

like fresh meat.

He wasn't trying to

eat me on the spot.

He just wanted grab hold of me and

take me down for a death roll.

A death roll?

Yeah. See, a croc will grab you,

take you down to the

bottom of the water,

and roll you over and over and

over till you stop kicking.

Then he'll take you away to

his meat safe somewhere.

A rock ledge, log,

down under the water and

jam you under it...

Tenderize you a bit.

Good eating.

Anyway, he wasn't happy

with the grip he had on me,

so he let go to get a better

one, and I talked him out of it.

Talked?

And you were just out here fishing?

Well, a barramundi's

a bloody big fish.

It'll be getting dark soon.

I'll take you to where I

camped the first night.

You married?

Was once...

To the original rebel.

What happened?

You name it, we marched...

Anti-nuke, women's lib,

save the whales.

He's probably marching right now

for the gay Nazis or something.

Hmm. Sounds like a prize ratbag.

Oh, he meant well.

Haven't you ever

protested anything?

Sure. Every time I get

thrown out of the pub.

Come on, I'm serious.

I mean, where would someone

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