A day with my mate Big Jack

Where would I be without my mate Big Jack,who knows and who cares but what I do know is that I have just spent a day relaxing at the Yea races in his company,what a day.Just 5 days out from Xmas we head for the Yea race track for their annual Xmas race meeting ,as we board the bus in beautiful down town Seymour for the 35km trip to Yea another colourful character named Trevor also scrambled aboard, Trev has a glint in his eye and looking for some fun ,yes he has come to the right place.After a journey through the beautiful Trawool valley the track is soon in sight,we have arrived.Staking our slice of paradise doesn't take long ,and yes we are ready to go racing, Jack is put in charge of all our punting requirements,so after Trev and myself hand over our share Jack heads off to frighten s..t out of the bookies,Trev and I continue to laze about in this beautiful setting.As the day slowly drifts by so does our money.By the race 8 the bookies have the upper hand on our money but we are still alive in the Quaddie, we are excited this is what we have waited for all damm day .Over the odd cool drink things are starting to look up for the 3luckless punters ,because the last race atYea finished ahead of the Metro meeting we would miss seeing the last leg of the Quaddie on Sky tv.All is not lost ,yes you guessed it Trev has a secret weapon in his pocket ,in the blink of my eye he produces a mobile phone to save day.He informs the concerned punters  that he is up to the challenge with bit of high tec gear, with our heads bowed to listen to this vital race the battery died as the horses approached the finish line .Later by other means we got the result we wanted the boys are back in town.The time has come to leave this beautiful little country track and head for the bright lights of Seymour,our day is not done yet after a deal struck with the coach captain the drop off point is now the Railway Hotel. After stuffing a well done steak down,it's time to start the funny money auction,bidding started off at a cracking pace and we were soon left in the slipstream of some serious bidders.After gathering our thoughts I joined this bidding war for the last of these mystery gifts, bingo I have landed a prize and what a cracker it is just what me and Big Jack wanted a cheap arsed finger cutting electric saw .Oh we'll better than nothing I suppose ,as we carry our booty home i reflect on what a wonderful day and evening I spent with my mate Big Jack.

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