by DanAdmin | Mar 11, 2014 | The Pub Tales
Des and his boys would clean up the undergrowth and tea trees around the front of the hotel and jetty every couple of years it was full of ticks, infested with snakes, lots of crap fire tinder, and not pleasant too look at, the sawmill guys did it for free with a...
by DanAdmin | Mar 10, 2014 | The Pub Tales
Bemm River On one of those very quiet Bemm nights a group of bikes came to the pub they had been drinking pretty heavy, and already pissed I think they were camped somewhere down on the beach, over the years I learned when people came into the hotel too drunk it was a...
by DanAdmin | Mar 10, 2014 | The Pub Tales
Bemm River Every year all the sawmills used to burn off all the under brush to stop large bush fires from burning valuable timber, The did my course at university fools got into the act and stopped them, stating they were killing off the wild life like the blue arsed...
by DanAdmin | Mar 10, 2014 | The Pub Tales
When Des brought the mill workers down for a knock off drink there was one young guy that used to make a real dill of himself after a couple of beers, I decided to keep him sober he was becoming a pain in the arse, I put some glasses of water in the fridge put a touch...
by DanAdmin | Mar 10, 2014 | The Pub Tales
Another of nature’s gentlemen was the owner of one of the sawmills Des Brunt. As tough as they come, Des ruled his men with an iron fist, his men were a real bunch of misfits, all these sawmill guys were strong and fit muscles in their shit, they were hard men, and...
