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Ammended Darwin flight plan

by Dick Gill
(Tooma. NSW)

24/12/2014, is the 40th anniversary of Cyclone Tracy, it was a significant day for the Top End, the end of the old ways.

I had been working for a few years as assistant manager/overseer/mustering pilot on a property called Bradshaw’s Run, a 4000 square mile cattle run on the north side of the Victoria River, 300 km south of Darwin.
Darwin and Katherine were our towns but for a good kickup, during the Wet and weather permitting, we’d head for Darwin. Avgas was just 12 cents a litre and a ninety minute flight compared to an 8 hour drive, if the tide was out at the 6 Mile on the Angalarri.

Darwin was a great, lively place in those days, and the town was a tropical mass of trees so you could barely see a house. A lot of the old cattlemen and their wives had retired up there, air conditioners were a thing of the future, a big bush town run on the old lines and we had a lot of friends there. George Kallis had a 16 foot croc in a caged pool in his back yard, and his neighbours weren’t nervous.

At about 9am on the morning of 24th, the manager Rowly Walker, and his wife and myself left the station to do some last minute Christmas shopping in Darwin, which may infer we were getting low on rum. We left their two little daughters with a couple of good old lubras, and headed north under heavy cloud.
I was flying the new Cessna 185, VH-WTK, which the new station owners, an Israeli company, had recently bought to replace the old Cessna 180, which was a great machine but lacked the power to fly down into the gorges to start up the wild cattle, and then get back over the top.

We were flying in light rain at about 4000ft, and at 80 miles out of Darwin I called the tower for airways clearance. They told me that there was a cyclone to the west of the city, heading southwest, and gave me clearance with advice that it was raining, which was not a problem.

We had a brief discussion in the cockpit and decided that rather than risk getting stuck in Darwin overnight and loading the kids on Maggie and Peggy we’d divert to Katherine, so I advised Darwin of the amended flight plan. We were home at Bradshaw by 1830 with light rain and some heavier stuff on the way.

We had no phone, a radio telephone was due to be installed after the Wet, we had no ABC radio reception being out of range, just the 5300 HF radio contact to VKF Wyndham for telegrams and local skeds, so we were unaware of the drama in Darwin, and it was three days before we heard about it.

The amended flight plan to Katherine was a good idea, the cyclone changed course during the late morning and the aerodrome was closed to all traffic once they established its new course, and while we were still shopping. Every aircraft at Darwin was destroyed, WTK had only 45 hours on it and would have been hard to replace so we were lucky, in more ways than one.

We flew up to Darwin a few days later and the damage was quite incredible, hardly a leaf on any tree but nothing to see with the houses mostly gone. A refrigerator embedded in the side of a water tank 80 feet off the ground on Goyder Road, huge steel beam power poles bent flat to the ground on Lee Point Road.

Darwin was rebuilt, plus the air conditioners, but minus all those great old Top End characters that gave the place its history and charm, those that survived mainly left for Adelaide and stayed there, and we missed them.
As we move on you would hope that things would improve, but it would be unlikely you could improve on Darwin of the early 70’s, but that is just a sentimental biased opinion of a man born out of his time.
In any case, Darwin, good luck to you.

Dick Gill.
China Walls Tooma



This was written by me and given to my local paper, the Tumbarumba Times, to be printed next Wednesday, 24/12/14.

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Bare knuckles and barramundi
by: Nifty (Nev) Thomas

I worked for about 20 years '67 - '87 or thereabouts in the Territory with the old DCA Flight Service. I got to know Dick quite well and can tell some great yarns about those days and life on Bradshaw and Coolibah Pastoral. Fishing on the Fitzmaurice before the days anyone could get there or knew about the deep gorges, the clear water pools filled with ‘sooty grunters’ and fresh water crocs. And the rock art, the indigenous paintings, the ‘Red men’ few white fellas had ever seen before and the amazing geology.
Life on the station hosted by Dick, the incredible flying skills and seeing him cut out stock horses, and muster and teach the young Jackaroos was something else. At the end of the day on the front lawn at the homestead, BBQ, some Bundy and a challenge to go a round of 'bare-knuckles' was memorable. I saw Dick once fix a young bloke who had a badly dislocated shoulder. He got him to sit on his arse on the ground and grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, with a solid bump of the knee into the shoulder blade, he had the young bloke as right as rain in a flash. Fair enough though, he gave the youngster some aspirin and flew him to Katherine for a check-up at the hospital.
The stories were endless and some were quite hair-raising. Dick had his own share of close encounters and mustering stock across the Victoria River on horse-back was right up there considering his encounter with a croc. Dick was a central character in the search for a missing stockman who ended up at Caruso's Camp on the Fitzmaurice back in ‘81. I fished there and was just amazed by the place. ABC did a documentary.
Now it is all closed up again as part of the defence force live firing range and it is near impossible to get into without all sorts of drama. What a delight to read Dick's own take on things. He brought back so many memories and I'm now writing my own that will overlap. To have shared time, air-space, aeradio chats and a few grogs at Bradshaw and the Katherine Club with Dick is a great honour.
I salute Dick who was a real pioneer in those days, out there in the wild country around Yambarren Range, sprawled between the Fitzmaurice and the Victoria Rivers, back to Wombungi via the Angalarri.
What a wild place. I came back later to do it all again when I was with major airlines, but the place in the 2000’s was different, totally different by then. Bradshaw's run was gone, Dick was gone and the new 'woke' had settled among the throng.
Thanks Dick for that one last yarn, and all the great hospitality. RIP mate, you earned it.
Cheers.
Nifty.

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Dick gone?
by: Rod

Am I right in reading this to think that Dick Gill has passed on? I knew him many years ago and found him a man of strength and integrity.

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A man missed
by: Peter

This a fair well to man who had a huge life. I have known Dick for over thirty years this is one of hundreds of story's of his life that he has shared.

Dick passed last night at his much loved property he was the toughest Man I know for a young city boy to have an uncle of this caliber gave a whole new perspective on men. This was a man that refreshingly honest and not afraid to speck his mind, it did not matter to whom he was talking to.
He was one of my mentors and my God did I need them. Dick was one of the great Austrailian bush characters; these are the people we need to know.

Thank you Dick for being in my life, I will miss you and never forget you.

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Good read
by: Anonymous

Thanks for the words Dick. Good to read stuff like this.

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