Rear trays are shrouded in camouflage green canopies concealing -
who knows what?
Too muscular to be contained by any flimsy cabin,
bulging tattooed forearms rest on dusty door-frames,
languidly rise and wave a cheery hello, at odds with their physical menace.
Bringing up the rear of the rumbling group,
his ute surely unroadworthy with rusty holes and massive dints;
is a lone driver - unsmiling - 'don't mess with me, I mean business'.
The open tray contains a single, reinforced steel cage
barely contains two enormous wild-eyed, salivating, hunting dogs.
A moulding stiff legged deer at the side of the road
is evidence of an earlier successful expedition.
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| Not all utes survive the hunting trip. |
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