There was this amazing bloke I grew up with, on the television.
He did everything I wanted to, but was much older.
He had a dog, a Landcruiser, a tinny, and endless freedom.
He met with mobs, cooked feeds and chased crocs up kimberley creeks.
A good hat and a sturdy pair of boots, this bloke did anything and everything.
His name was Malcolm Douglas, and though some say he was a little
rough around the edges he had a huge influence on who I am today.
Since his tragic death in September last year,
a group of friends and I have organised adventures to celebrate his life and the skills he fostered within us.
Welcome to the Murchison.
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