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           Tamed by the Tully               The year was 1923 and Mr Reginald
                                            Kendall was in north Queensland
           TIGER HUNT                       searching for a large dog-sized
                                            ‘bloodthirsty’ marsupial, with
           How the Tully River thwarted     tiger-like stripes.
           an explorer’s pursuit to prove   On his fourth day on the northern side
           the existence of a marsupial     of the Tully River, he was contemplating
                                            how to get his camping gear across,
           tiger in north Queensland.       along with his guns, traps and a large
           Words Renee Cluff                python he’d captured.
                                            Mr Kendall’s story appeared in
                                            almost every Queensland newspaper
                                            at the time.
                                            “I had almost decided to hide my outfit
                                            and make the trip to Cardwell and
                                            back that day, when I remembered the
                                            specimen I wanted to send down to   In a panicked endeavour to swim away
                                            Sydney,” he wrote.               from the reptile, Mr Kendall said
                                            “But if it was possible to take one   he pushed the raft away.
                                            thing across on a log, why not the rest,   “I was washed beneath the overhanging
                                            though on a raft?”               branches of a banyan tree, which I
                                            He set to, making a raft from logs and   grasped, and pulled myself up to
                                            lawyer vine, which couldn’t hold his   safety, just as my raft drifted into
                                            weight, but could be used to transport   mid-stream and turned turtle on the
                                            his things.                      rocks,” he wrote.
                                            “All went well ‘til I reached the centre of   It’s safe to say all his belongings,
                                            the river and then the stronger current   including the all-important specimen,
                                            swung my craft broadside on.     were lost.
                                            “I ceased my exertions for a moment to   And while it’s not known exactly
                                            see how far the rocks were off, and it   what the specimen was, records show
                                            was a lucky thing for me that I did,    that at the end of 1923’s ‘Great North
                                            for just at that moment, the hideous   Queensland Tiger Hunt’, Mr Kendall
                                            snout of a  crocodile rose up, not ten   returned to Sydney with his tail
                                            yards downstream.”               between his legs.





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