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Not that scary now, I laugh and get bantered about it but fuck me I nearly had a heart attack when it happened.
>end of last year
>go on fishing trip with buddy up in rural NSW, on the Darling river
>second day, fishing is a bust aside from a few Carp, no shade so sitting in 40c sun like a retard all day still desperately hoping to land a Cod
>heat plus a few beers drains my energy by 3pm, decide to go have a nap in the swag
>wake up an hour later because I can feel something heavy on my legs
>think it's my dumbass mate standing on my dome swag because I have it set up right next to the car for shade
>I sit partially up to look through the mesh screen and tell my mate to fuck off
>see a metre and a half long Goanna looking back at me just chilling sitting on the lower end of my swag
>think it might panic and run over me, fuckers have huge sharp claws and would tear both the mesh screen and my flesh to shreds if it did
>grab my pillow and hug it to my torso and almost scream for my mate to get up and get the fucking Goanna off me
>Goanna got spooped and ran up this tree where I got a photo of him
>watched him for an hour while he sat on the tree next to us watching us cook an early dinner when he crawled around a branch and magically disappeared
>didn't bother us for the next 2 days so must have found a black hole or something because they fucking cant resist the smell of food, let alone cooking meat
Always got told to look out for sneks hiding under your swag when packing it up but not this. I have a roof top tent now.
