The Pilligas
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What can we make of this dude?
 Edward Lannigan |
MISSING 
Rotor Button was last seen heading south out of Pilliga, Central NSW on the 2/9/11 and tracked a further 20 kilometres, heading towards Gwabegar. He may even have passed by Kenibri or Baradine. As a 7 year old male Jackrussell/Foxy he has lots of front yet prefers his creature comforts. He is not fixed and is very much a family pet. Rotor is predominantly white with brown face and ears, and two brown patches accross his back. He is chipped and has clear identification details(1800number) on has collar. He adhores children and likes to "sleep in". If you have seen Rotor Button and know where he is, collar or not, please help him find his way home by iether calling the 1800 number and citing its ID number, also on the tag or calling/texting to 0458 497 436. He can also be presented to any Shire Dog Pound and/or Vet where his national Pet Register chip can be read. Any help in returning Rotor to his home and family will be 'much'appreciated'. Click Here: A Must Read for all Sentient Beings
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The Pilligas are steeped in history and myth. Now we've set about our task, we will learn as much as possible about the region while we are here.
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It's August 23rd, a little windy, yet enough sunshine to bring iut the solar panel. rotor and I
have begun doing the touristy thing camping out under the stars in the swag where and when possible.
there's very little water around, despite some rain, yet we've managed to find some nice and quiet
locations. The Warrumbungle Ranges, the Sandstone Caves and also the Salt Caves where broke the rules
and climbed the 60-70 foot tower there. also spent two days at the Pilliga Truck Stop although very
windy and only a dry creek bed.
Now we are at Bark Hut Creek Dam which is full of Yabbies. Further
to the north is where we shall be dissappearing into the Pilliga State Park looking for pieces of history
and and all else that gives the Pilligas it's reputatation. Both the locals, and the few tourists
that are about have been invaluable in finding some places that are not marked on any maps. Derilect
Timber Mills, deserted townships, Old unused bridges.
There is still much more to see in the state Conservation areas. The local Paramedic has offered to
pinch Rotor Button for a day as he is not allowed into the Dandry Gorge, an Aborigonal area full
of sculptures which should be a treat.
Disappearing into the Pilliga State Park looking for pieces of history
and and all else that gives the Pilligas it's reputatation. Both the locals, and the few tourists
that are about have been invaluable in finding some places that are not marked on any maps. Derilect
Timber Mills, deserted townships, and Old unused bridges.
Plenty more to see and do!!!
I've loaded some flicks and added a little more description. Who knows? One day you may also visit
the Pilligas on account of this little taste. Check out our
flicks Page.... More to come.
Lance and Rotor
Spring Downunder, 2011
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Written by AYR ADMIN Friday, 25 June 2010
Written by AYR ADMIN Friday, 25 June 2010
At around 5.30a.m. I witnessed some great gorilla/monkey,hairy man here near my house. The smell was so so strong smelling like fish. He is so huge and fast running, and hairy. I arise every morning at 4a.m and I load the truck early ready to do my run . I must say he really is so frightening to me. He was eating something at the time of being so close to him, but he dropped what he was eating and ran as fast as the wind. When it became daylight I thought I would go and look to see what he was eating, but it was gone - he must have come back for it and went again. When I went to look, I could still smell faintly the fishy smell, which indicated he was still around, - but the smell had gone from the actual house. It was the ugliest monster with such an overpowering feeling I have ever seen, and so hairy, and muscly. The picture someone else has put on the web is exactly as I seen it, so I will send you that picture, as I couldn't describe it better. I always doubted the reality of anything to do with the 'Pilliga Yowie' as named this as really it is such an unknown what-do-you-call-it. The Real Face of it All We used to live in a world of innocence. Sure! We had to deal wars and heart ache. But we could walk down the street with our heads held high and..... What happenned? Were we intimidated or lost the wind out of our sails. Were we beaten into submission and if iether of these be the case?... Why? Was it puberty. Or was it??? some gremlin that snuck in under the cover of dark...... OR DID YOU THINK THAT WE HAD GROWN UP......... In which case you would have been sadly mistaken. One day you will die. All that was,... would be no more. Only memories in the minds of those closest to us, even though only a fleeting glance. As my good friend had said, or so I interpretated. Pay yourself first. Ten percent. Yes a tithe. Teach your children the same so that they will never be short of wisdom, or a quid. And more importantly. Be nice to your Mum.
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Only Ghosts To Watch As The Pilliga Reclaims Its Own.
The Pilliga has also become a tourism mecca, with an extensive forest drive which meanders through banks of spring flowers and a remarkable abundance and variety of native birds and animal life.
Licensed recreational hunters are able to shoot rabbits, hares, foxes and feral pigs, goats and cats.
Before European settlement, Aborigines maintained the Pilliga, an Aboriginal word for "swamp oak", as open woodlands with a grassy undergrowth for game by frequent burning.
Squatters followed the explorers Oxley, Evans, Cunningham and Mitchell to settle first the flat river country with its permanent water supply, and then the remaining sandy plains of the scrub - modifying the vegetation by extensive ringbarking and clearing.
Burning was anathema to the pastoralists, a threat to their fences, outbuildings, homesteads and stock.
But drought, rural depression, and then the invading scrub that flourished after drought-breaking rains, finally forced the abandonment of most of the holdings. And the Pilliga Scrub quietly reclaimed its own.
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Story by Dane Millerd
In the late 1800s, a wild man named Edward Lannigan, roamed the Kowmung. Like most bushrangers and absconders, Lannigan was a man to be approached with caution. He was known to usurp one's possessions often wearing nothing but a flannelette shirt. While many can not substantiate when or how he died, it is often stated that on a cool full moon, Lannigan, who would come to be known as the Flannelette Ghost, would appear at the Kowmung river. It was enough to send shivers up the spine of the most seasoned camper! In 1965, two rock climbers attempted to climb the limestone bluff out near Colong Caves in the Kowmung and one man fell to an unfortunate death. When his colleague looked down to see if he could see his fallen friend all he noticed was a man in a flannelette shirt - just like many had spotted Lannigan some 100 years before. Surely Lannigan could not be alive? The body of the fallen rock climber was never found, as if he had vanished into the side of the mountain and been swallowed up. For many though, keen rock climbers or not, it is enough for them to not go anywhere near the place. The Flannelette Ghost of the Kowmung certainly is one of the more spookier tales of the Blue Mountains and over time has shown no signs of subsiding. |
