Me and my Brother Dan worked a seasonal job right down south near Gore.
We got the job because I wrote up a small advert and put it up in the village shop while we were looking for other jobs. I didnt expect to hear anything back but a few days later I got a call from a lovely couple who owned a cattle farm.

Our duties were to heard cattle on motorbikes which was such satifying fun! It was a large farm of around 2000 acres so we could be moving 50-100 cattle at a time pretty big distances and of course when dealing with living animals they dont always go the way you intend for them so it was all good fun trying to round up the one that jumped the fence and started trotting down the road entertainly the locals greatly.

One time however I was hurtling down a big long bank, on the Honda 200 Bushlander bike i was using, chasing a rather fast moving calf that had broken away from the mob. Tearing down the hill I had totally forgotten about the pit in the ground...That was untill I fell into it. The bike crashed down to the bottom of the pit and I carried on hurtling forward only to be met by a couple of old posts that broke my momentum but also took a good dose of skin off my right leg.

The farmer also had a light aircraft so a couple of times when there way a burst water pipe on the farm hed take us up in the plane and wed try and search out the spray of the water not to mention having a little play with the controls in the mean time.

There was a trout river close by so in our spare time wed go down and pull out a fish or two and eat it on our camping stove.

That one month was the single most fun Ive had in a working experience and the three weeks that have passed since making my way back up north have left me with a touch of sadness but fond memorys.

Mat Walker,

From Worcestershire, UK

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