Cataract Gorge

When the Olympic Games in 1956 where held in Melbourne, Australia, no map showed Tasmania, the black sheep state. I was once told by a Melbourne mate that Tasmania is the state where men are men and sheep are nervous…or was it that the women looked like men…but however he said it, I do remember the part of the sheep. He often referred to the people of Tasmania in a way which gave more credit to the sheep than the shepherd.

After having their 11th child, a Tasmanian couple decided that was enough, as they could not afford a larger bed. So the husband went to his doctor/veterinarian and told him that he and his wife/cousin didn’t want to have any more children. The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive.

A less costly alternative, said the doctor, was to go home, get a firecracker, light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to his ear and count to 10. The Tasmanian said to the doctor, “I may not be the smartest man in the world, but I don’t see how putting a firecracker in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me.” “Trust me,” said the doctor.

So the man went home, lit a firecracker and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count:
“1”
“2”
“3”
“4”
“5”
at which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs, and resumed counting on his other hand.

Enough said, I did add Cataract Gorge just outside Launceston to the must see list. That’s not really saying much as most of what I saw were sheep, a hell of a lot of sheep, four legged lawnmowers. There is also a casino I visited, but it ain’t mutton compared to Vegas.