A crew of 20 from the high country ventured with 5 going to the Odins clubhouse Friday night to start the poker run. The rest to join up at Gil on Saturday for the run to Wallangara, didn't know till later that Splitty had brought the storms with him from the five day poker run. As the heavens opened up and made a mess of everything the rain was a blessing in disguise and stopped us getting pulled up by the drug and booze bus near the border. We made camp and ventured to the very flash Jack Daniels bar and museum, comenting on how they were going to get it out on Sunday...opening for some resoursefull tractor owner. 

Did the Crusty thing with the camera and gathered a crew for the dilligaf bar at the Wallangara Hotel to watch the Tigers do their thing (shit happens) what a great night, footy, Kevin (bloody) Wilson, karoke, bar dancers, bikers, european back packers, you had to be there!