We were in the Ironbark hut in 1982. Some loopys arrived as we were heading off for a hunt and fish with some whom complained about firearms etc in the hut. We got back very late with trout and venison. Put on a stew and set the trout in tinfoil in the embers. We started to eat at about 12.30am. The food vapours were enveloping the hut. One female tramper had not offered any criticism at all. We knew she up and was not asleep. My bil asked her if she wanted a feed. Crikey she was out of her sleeping bag quicker than a whippet.She had 2 helpings of stew and trout. Scowls across faces in the morning from her friends. Still laughing about it to this day.
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